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Warhammer – The Crusade
Along the cold English road,
Under the cold English winter,
Having torn the horses’ legs with snow,
Sir Knight was returning home.
But the road led to a village.
Having chased away the stray dogs,
Sir remembered both the devil and God
And turned into a roadside tavern.
The knight took off his crusader armor,
Shook the snow out of his thick beard,
Sat down and gave the tavern keeper payment
For wine and some food.
And the dogs are fighting over the bones,
And ale is flowing down their throats.
Night has come, and all the guests have fallen silent,
A minstrel sat down next to Sir Knight:
- Tell me, oh, valiant knight,
How was the crusade and the holy land?
Who took the capital of the Saracens,
And did you see the king?
- There was war, duels, and fights,
And the desert: the thirteenth year.
And the dogs eat the dead...
That’s all our crusade was.
- But palaces, kings, queens,
The treasures of evil sorcerers,
And the young maidens saved,
Which are more beautiful than fairy tales.
You left your native estate
For the sake of gold, secrets, and wonders.
You left your bride and wedding
For the sake of distant overseas princesses.
- There is sand, there are diseases, there are flies,
Wonders after a barrel of wine,
Not princesses, but fat whores.
And war, and war, and war…
- You have returned, forgetting your duty and God,
You have returned to the embrace of your family!
But very few return.
And the others? What will they say?
-They will never return,
This dream is so beautiful and cruel.
They will never wake up again...
He looked to the east with sadness.
A rare group with a broad soul™
Imaris
