Blood and Sword
of all the battles I have faced,
So many will not know,
No drink the horror erased,..
and from the carnage grow,
So many indeed did fall,
relegated to once upon,
but when you hear comrades call,
the song of the dying swan,
too many brothers I have lost,
and so few have remained,
paying madly the swords bloody cost,
for all the precious ground we've gained,
many a oppoent I have fought,
to meet some noble goal,
it's from the softer enemies wrought,
those ones that take your soul.
beyond the binds of blood and bone,
men cannot choose his mothers,
yet with lengths of iron and will of stone,
we can , sure as hell, choose our brothers
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