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March Off to Battle
Sound the drum!
Sound the horn!
Let out the cry because we march off into battle
With swords held tight
Spears pointed to the sky
Arrows notched to the bow
We know we’ll not be walking off this field alive
Horses run wild on the earth that trembles beneath their hooves
The weapons of siege lay waste to all that stands
And we know that this battle field will be our grave
We off to battle hearts filled with pride
Our shields held to our sides
The sun bearing down on us didn’t even break our soul
The blood that sprays through the air reminds us of the horrors of war
This battlefield is our hell that we were invited to by the devil
Our blades slice the flesh of our foes
The spears displayed the fools that stood in the way
Rains of arrows scatter upon those they fly to
Soon man and animal littler the ground as the blood ran like a river upon the earth
Sword held tight in hand
Arrows standing in the back
Surrounded by those that stand high on the battlefield
Blades piercing the body
Sword limp from the hand
Eyes closing as this march onto the battlefield
Was over…
Sound the drum!
Sound the horn!
Let out the cry because we march off into battle
With swords held tight
Spears pointed to the sky
Arrows notched to the bow
We know we’ll not be walking off this field alive
Horses run wild on the earth that trembles beneath their hooves
The weapons of siege lay waste to all that stands
And we know that this battle field will be our grave
We off to battle hearts filled with pride
Our shields held to our sides
The sun bearing down on us didn’t even break our soul
The blood that sprays through the air reminds us of the horrors of war
This battlefield is our hell that we were invited to by the devil
Our blades slice the flesh of our foes
The spears displayed the fools that stood in the way
Rains of arrows scatter upon those they fly to
Soon man and animal littler the ground as the blood ran like a river upon the earth
Sword held tight in hand
Arrows standing in the back
Surrounded by those that stand high on the battlefield
Blades piercing the body
Sword limp from the hand
Eyes closing as this march onto the battlefield
Was over…
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