| Fierce- steel eyed devils
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| For whom the sun never sets
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| Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past
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| Striding- like greyhounds keen
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| Where glory beckons
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| Tough as burnished leather
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| And hard as Krupp’s steel
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| The standard raised we wait
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| Our comfort- in readiness
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| The stoicism of the elite
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| Prepared for the assault at dawn
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| Elegant- obdurate hearts
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| A Volk of purity and vigor
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| Wicked weapons and armed encampment
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| A phalanx of spears- of dispassion
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| Bristling- furor teutonics
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| A steed spurred ever onwards
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| Action and instinct befitting
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| In the shadow of the sword
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| The standard raised we wait
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| Our comfort- in readiness
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| The stoicism of the elite
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| Prepared for the assault at dawn
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| Death’s head empire
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| Stormgods unbound
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| The shores of space shall not define
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| Nor walls thrown up enclose our vault
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| And as if borne from distant stars
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| We rage against the bastion of
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| That which is still unshattered
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| Fierce- steel eyed devils
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| For whom the sun never sets
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| Proud-Iron youth Of the noble cultures of the past
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| Emblazoned- emboldened |