| The dust settles
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| Tumultuous feeling, we rise
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| Walk the fields in search of our own
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| Lifeless many lay
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| So many slain
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| Our enemies quaked in fear
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| Our swords drove strong
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| Barren fields now covered in blood
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| The battle cry resounded throughout these lands
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| Weary, we retrieve them all
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| Prepare them for their journey
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| Onwards to eternity we send them off
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| Into the hands of the gods
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| We now march back to those we love
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| We sheathe our weapons and begin our journey homeward
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| Battered, our feet rest firmly in the soil
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| We look upon the stars, pondering
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| Green pastures over the horizon, awaiting
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| Soon it shall come to pass
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| Destiny encompasses
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| Broken and battered souls carried away by the wind
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| Oh, Greatness
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| The smell of blood no longer lingers
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| Onward to reward, pursuits of bliss
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| Lifelong time of battles cease forever
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| It creeps over the bend
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| We see
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| Oh, greatness
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| It creeps over the bend
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| We see, we yearn, we deserve
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| I fall to my knees
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| Lash out a cry of contentment
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| Home is where I shall dwell
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| Battles waged for years and years
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| Here I shall rest until my dying day |