Through the darkness cometh a ray of light,
Putting the willing up to the fight,
Like a stone’s etching on a boulder,
Time will surely make it fainter,
Through the treacherous field of battle,
Blood drenches the green grass where once roamed cattle,
Why is there bloodshed and why is there killing,
As death approaches those who are willing,
Through icy seas and deafening thunder,
Warriors charter the unknown yonder,
Fighting till their last breath is drawn,
In attempt to make their loved ones feel safe and less forlorn.
naaiiicceee!
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