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We give our children just a few more years

Or we can give them a life without fear

We'll honor the call, as fathers we must fall, our sons above all

Remember those who died, raise your shield up high, a thousand arrows fill the sky

Charge by my command; kill them by my hand, as we make our final stand.

Once more unto the breach we ride,

Or close the wall with the brothers who die

With peace our sons turn to men,

And fathers again

Can you see a greater cause than to serve for victory?

By my hand; obey my last command.

Look at this failure we have left our youth,

We’ve buried our lies in the treasure of truth.

Innocence so pure, deserve so much more, an end to this war.

Son, let it be known, the love that you have shown, the greatest thing that I’ll ever own.

When bells of death will ring, and winter crowns its king, you are my promise of spring.