Lest we dignify the slaughter,
let the poets sing it not
rather let them, in all places,
east and south and west and north
mourn those men who here have fallen,
each one drawn here to his death
May this day be cursed, and truly,
with the circle of the year
let not be numbered, rather
blot it from all memory
let the sunlight never see it,
to it let no dawn return
Nor that night, that night so bitter,
night which hardly we survived
during which such valiant warriors
perished steeped in battle's lore
father, mother, sister, brother
each of dear ones mourns them now
O...
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