| Covered were the dead with clouds
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| Dread mist passed o’er their former glory
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| Under shadows of his cross
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| Foundations weep, for kinsmen fallen
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| Wounding men with sharpened blades
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| Then did they lay down the weary
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| Strong in might but weak in spirit
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| They stood their souls beheld!
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| Gone now are a kinfolk slaughtered
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| That men may heal and rise again
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| To stand as towers under the heavens
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| Hardened through the scars of loss!
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| Now warrior cries are distant echoes
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| Their corpses cold and passed away
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| Enlightened men, of new resolve
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| That cross of old, with true blows fell!
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| But let we now as folk acknowledge
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| Those brave men whose hand and heart
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| A homeland, gathered strength to honour
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| But wills of evil tore apart!
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| In their name we give remembrance
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| A sepulchre of stone we guild
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| (Keepers of stories untold)
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| Our hands we raise in gentle union
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| Our futures now we shall rebuild! |