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Old lands are fraught with tales of lies

Of men who have died fighting for the cause

No man denies the chance for glory

The warrior wields his sword

Slicing through the flesh

Splashing through the blood...

Screaming of triumph, screaming of pain

Melded together a beacon of dismay

It echoes across the mountains never to fade

A warning to the wolves to keep away...

For those lost in the name of our sins

The hope was a peaceful age to begin

A blindness we shall live to regret

The legions of men

Made to defend a child that is hallowed

The truth lies within his debt

It cheapens your meaningless deaths

A sadness never seen

An unworthy sacrifice

No matter how many have died

Like insects having been trampled...

You march for an empty ideal

Foolishly unaware

His death is imminent