Aochra fought his way across the steppes,
Not once pausing. Sand and stones just watched.
Fearsome was his wrath where'er he stepped:
Each one killed, his counting stick was notched.
Aochra fought his way across the steppes,
Not once pausing. Sand and stones just watched.
Fearsome was his wrath where'er he stepped:
Each one killed, his counting stick was notched.