Epic Fragment: Creative Platypus
An Epic Fragment
Where now is Ahura Mazda
When the kings of Commagne
Go to war?
Like the bridges of brave Artaxaca
That lie on the cold ocean floor
The name of the God is forgotten,
The fires of the temple you seek,
Are replaced with a piece of cold marble,
Zeus, thunder god of the Greeks.
But the gods of the Greeks shall
All perish,
The one God arise as before,
The cross of the Christ of Armenia,
Rides above the brave banners
Of war.
So sang the old hero bravely
As his fingers warmed to the strings,
And his music rang down in the valley,
In the tents of the bold Roman kings.
Where now is Ahura Mazda
When the kings of Commagne
Go to war?
Like the bridges of brave Artaxaca
That lie on the cold ocean floor
The name of the God is forgotten,
The fires of the temple you seek,
Are replaced with a piece of cold marble,
Zeus, thunder god of the Greeks.
But the gods of the Greeks shall
All perish,
The one God arise as before,
The cross of the Christ of Armenia,
Rides above the brave banners
Of war.
So sang the old hero bravely
As his fingers warmed to the strings,
And his music rang down in the valley,
In the tents of the bold Roman kings.
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