| Take a deep breath and stand firm where you are
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| Feel the courage flow and fear no more
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| For glory now stand take life with your very own hands
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| And fulfill what one you swore
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| Can you feel the battle field breathe?
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| It’s as alive now as you or me watch how it moves
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| Feel the pulse to the ebb and flow of war
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| Its beauty like the gold one adorns
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| When I beheld its majesty it has never ceased to be
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| Any less to me than a perfect tragedy
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| On the edge of tears I’m held by the moment
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| With the knowledge that all will change
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| No longer the caring man now only the cruelest hand
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| To ensure my victory
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| So cold is the kiss of the steel
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| So old it’s the fear we all feel
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| Now is the time get to the line and give our last stand
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| These are moments that define the man
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| My dynamics is what drives me, the will to carry on
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| Give it all till the end and then we fall
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| I can remember the sight all the sarissas aligned
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| Like the trees under gaze of star light
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| When the wind would pass them through
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| They’d sing their mournful tune
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| Their call would echo through the night
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| The men would ask why is the sarissa’s song so sad
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| The sarissa’s song is a sad one its pipes sing soft and low
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| I would choose another profession he says but war is all I know
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| It pierces through the cries drew the tears from our eyes
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| A cold wartime lullaby |