Literature
Your death shall build no fortress here
Your death shall build no fortress here,
Where I have underdug the fields
And scattered fearless batter rams.
Your death shall build no fortress here.
We'll flee its path and seek refuge
In forest moss, lush greenery
And climb the high trees, if we must.
Your death shall build no fortress here.
To shun mankind, we'll become birds
To sing each other soothing tunes;
To make forget the howling herd.
Your death shall build no fortress here.
And when we'll die, then let them search;
Collect our souls, they'll find them not.
Far from those wolves, again, we'll perch.
Your death shall build no fortress here.