The burning hot sands
Kept the soldiers at bay
And protected the orders' demands
Their homes disgraced just like their lands.
The scorching heat of the sun
Made the enemy wait and lay
Strengthen by their gods blessings may
Slaughtered the roman troops in their camps till it was done.
Protectors of their royal families might.
Enemy sought to crush
Drove the order of the pyramids' light to blush.
The fighting never ceased at night,
Finally the soldiers defeated the rebels...
Moved into their villages...
Ravaged their women and took them, stole the valuables through pillages
Devastated the orders lands to weak pebbles...
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