A voice has tolled in Erzrum’s higher mountains.
And shots of weapons.
He left his fields.
Swords and weapons instead of his spade.
A voice needs only call and they’ll make a stand.
The brave and sworn hearts will always defend.
They’ll throw enemies down the mountains.
And will fight.
And will yell.
And will yell.
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