| Banners flying on burning shade
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| The bones have been cast
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| Trenches dug on decayed
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| On borders never meant to blast
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| By the time the bell tolls
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| New names engraved to the story
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| Faces carved to hollow halls
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| Pride that outlives the glory
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| Rivers bleed memories
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| Victory or death!
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| Rivers bleed memories
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| To ravaged shore
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| Driest dust holds crests
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| Of thousand monarchs
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| But my roots are to shallow to bore
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| Through iron crust men left
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| With their march
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| Not for the king but for a throne
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| Not for the land but for a home
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| My cause is just hate as pure
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| Thus godgiven lust keepos mu aim sure
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| If we are to die tonight
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| Would grave be our pretense
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| If we are to fall from sight
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| Martyrs left unavenged
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| What worth in war waged
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| Vengeance and hate assuaged
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| What worth in life wasted
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| Freedom to the brightest cage
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| What answers give the lion
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| When prey calls for judgement
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| True nature of mankind’s scion
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| As child inherits the scent |