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Riding the winds of blood

heavy steps on the fuse between

life and death and hell

Swift march on a road of swords and oaken leaves

...oaken leaves ...oaken leaves

One creed above the mud

One creed: sweat saves blood!

One creed above the mud

Shackled and caged

frontline raptor with feathers burnt

claw and hunger's pain

Eleven summers gone yet evading the rope

...evading the rope ...evading the rope

Cut are the wings of the last fallen

One creed above the mud

One creed: sweat saves blood!

One creed above the mud

Gently inviting death

blowtorch-battalion flame long dead

Bare throat, shadow sings

one last cup of tea while waiting for the fire

...for the fire ...for the fire

Cursed is the crown of the last fallen