| We are the mighty, yes we are the brave
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| With a selfless conviction, never to stray
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| From the first of October, thru a midsummer’s day
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| We bear «The Crest of the Martyrs»
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| Our passion won’t fade
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| Come join our crusade
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| With axes and honor, our way of life’s saved
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| Come do not be afraid
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| With axes and honor, our victories gained
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| We’ll strike from the mountains, thru the valley’s below
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| Across land and water, our legions will go
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| We’re taking their women, none to dig a grave
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| We’ll reprogram their children, to fight in our name
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| We held onto a dream, of a better life one day to be
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| Standards held high, hearts filled with pride
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| For what we’ve done to be free
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| Return to a time when fortunes fell to the edge of a sword
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| Honor was none to those hearts who were pure
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| We’ve brethren in England, Germany and Spain
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| Forged in the truest fires
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| Many fall to their blades
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| We know many Greek warriors
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| Much too many to name
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| And the fight is undying in the home of the brave |