| Dawn retreat as skyline comes alive
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| Upon this field not hundred yards wide
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| None can be spared, revenge they will swear
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| Swarming in thousands reeking despair
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| Countless wars none worth elegies
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| Triumphs fade to breeze
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| Sword of yours claiming your demands
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| Treaty will wash the blood from your hands
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| So be it for vengeance, be it for land
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| Your cause will hate consecrate
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| Countless lords none worth serving
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| Faith for the long dead king
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| Will you wield your vice
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| And shape it as virtue
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| For life to entice
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| «In peace, sons bury their fathers
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| In war, fathers bury their sons»
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| So respect no blood, witness no birth
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| Ties to the flesh have none
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| Bow to no god, buried by world
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| Be done and be gone
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| Countless paths none worth journey
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| Until your trail ends to sea |