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Pale grew his cheek and cold, colder his kiss

The brooch in his hand will rest frozen in bliss.

Longing for the final fall - Make your will and follow the call

The world at your feet is there to win - Hail the emperor’s throne from within.

Forged in fire, hardened in the fields

Marching through the jaws of death.

Gun at hand he barges in between

The first to taste the cannon‘s breath.

Brothers bonded by the holy oath

Soldiers of the fire heart.

Knights of values of a world long lost

Gamblers dealing their last cards.

Walk in splendour, revel in the mists.

Her portrait worn near by his chest.

Loyal to death, surrendered to his queen.

Onward to the mountain’s crest.

War formed flesh and bear a noble heart

It spelled his ideals, gave the law.

In thunderstorms his wildest dream was born

A path to the heavens he yearned for.