Upon the rising of the sun
Troops stand ready for battle
Led by those like Attila the Hun
Troops ready to pillage and murder
Raise your sword or axe
Prepare for battle to death
For we show no mercy
Even for those who are already dead
Run women and children
For we don’t stop for anyone
Stealing and slaughtering is our creed
We don’t have a time of need
Blood and guts scatter the dirt
Your village by us is girt
Our archers snipe your defenses
Scouts scale your fences
At the end of the day
After the horrific fray
Our statistical reporters
Have their way with the daughters
War of tribes is bloody
Countless troops are lost
Conscience of leaders is muddy
All in all, it’s a holocaust
Author notes
Inspired by the online game Tribal Wars
www.tribalwars.net
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