The Army of Jakoths is riding
They are riding to take your life, and mine
And everything and everyone you ever loved
The Army of Jakoths is a mile from your door
And the only thing your neighbor says is:
«I’m just as likely to be struck by a bolt of lightning
As by the sword of a Jakoth. What a fantasy!»
The Army of Jakoths is here any minute now
What will you do?
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The Army of Jakoths (a parable)
The Army of Jakoths is riding
They are riding to take your life, and mine
And everything and everyone you ever loved
The Army of Jakoths is a mile from your door
And the only thing your neighbor says is:
«I’m just as likely to be struck by a bolt of lightning
As by the sword of a Jakoth. What a fantasy!»
The Army of Jakoths is here any minute now
What will you do?