| Lo! |
| We learned in days gone by
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| Of those beneath the stars
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| Nameless heroes blessed by all
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| But servants of their lords
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| Their glory failed not, by man’s conflict
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| When ensigns clashed and all fell fowl
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| Men made famous on the earth
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| By pious leaders, bold in warfare
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| The hand of slaughter, had been decided
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| Land wound with fear, with the sedition of 'foes'!
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| Revered as warriors, and our saviours
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| When fist and iron on all to war
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| A nation guard on fields of battle
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| Where none might home or hope enjoy!
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| «I was evermore in every way
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| Of thy will desirous in mind
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| Now with sorrow must I deeds
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| Act now as a warrior herd.»
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| Their hands hath slaughtered, their fate decided
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| Land red with blood, their foes cut down!
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| A sinful tribe, the tumult of undone men
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| The devil’s servants, blindly charging on
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| After mixed for them, bitter together
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| These wizards through their magic a fatal drink
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| Which turned away, the wit and intellect of men
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| And claimed their hearts within their breasts!
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| «I was evermore in every way
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| Of thy will desirous in mind
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| Now with sorrow must I deeds
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| Act now as a warrior herd.» |