Ye demons of olde
Attacking from depths unknown
To fight once again with sword or spear
I banish thee from here
Another reprieve I see coming
But to understand nothing
Said the fear of the uprising
To once again banish before dieing
Ye demons of Olde
Keep coming back for more
Your weapons may change
But your intent is the same
Nothing left to stand
O’er this barren Land
Ye demons of olde
Shall be fought once more
Though tired and weary
I shall dawn my panoply
Once again drive away the bluster
So I am not driver asunder
By Ye Demons Olde
By Joshua Bradford
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