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We awaken to the dawn,
blades red with blood
to war, to war we go
the days battles to be fought.

Still worn from the day
before we are not rested
but duty calls, duty sings
the harsh mistress e’er

So we stand, we fight
because we must
they say this is adulthood
tastes more like slavery

The road calls,
the gods call
dare we to answer
dare we to not?