For weeks you致e lived free from our scorn
But now our supply line has been torn
The barbs we raided kept us all well fed
And no one mourned their fallen dead
But rumors stirred within your ranks
Our food now gone is this our thanks?
You致e petitioned the gods to stop our raids
And for all your whining you値l soon get paid
Our Armies need the food we致e lost
The gold we make wont cover costs
So since the barbs now produce too few
Our attention is turning straight to you
So build more farms for corn and grain
If your gates are shut it will ease the pain
We値l crush your towers with little trouble
We値l turn your defenses into a pile of rubble
We値l take your food your wood your stone
And drag it out over your armies Bones
We値l hang your Hero from the broken gate
The game gods now decide your fate
They chose to listen to all your cries
And took away our food supplies
So now your it!, you should be proud
They heard your voices clear and loud
So drink some coffee and stay up late
We値l soon be at your city gates
;)

