War
Blade by blade,
Shall stand and fall
Until we fade,
Then death may call
Shine like steel,
Ringing sounds
Pride we feel,
And spread around
'Till we end!
And crash, and burn
Stairs ascend
We will not turn
Blade by blade,
Grief we'll bore
Each others aide,
For this is war
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