| Dressed not in mourning but in black
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| See the fire in our eyes
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| Always ready to fight back
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| Never hiding in disguise
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| Many enemies bring much honour…
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| The fighting man shall from the sun
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| Take warmth and life from the glowing earth
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| Speed with the light-foot winds to run
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| And with the trees to newer birth
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| An all-bright company of heaven
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| Hold him in high comradeship
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| The dog-star and the sister seven
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| The Will to Power and a sworded hip
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| The woodland trees that stand together
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| They stand to him each one a friend
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| Many enemies bring much honour…
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| And when the burning moment breaks
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| And all things else are out of mind
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| And only joy of battle takes
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| Him by the throat and makes him blind
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| Through joy and blindness he shall know
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| Not caring much to know that still
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| Nor lead nor steel shall reach him so
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| That it be not his Destined Will
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| Many enemies bring much honour…
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| The thundering line of battle stands
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| And in the air, death’s history
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| The day shall clasp him with strong hands
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| The night shall hold sweet victory
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| Many enemies bring much honour… |