Our time is ripe, the glory is near
I see the soldiers march, with no fear
We would take no rest, till we wear
Mothers you blessed, the sons so dear.
Come hundred, come thousand we fight
I bleed, my flesh burn tonight
They fear looking hear, we keep a sight
Now is the time, before the moon alight.
We rush mad, blood in eyes
I kill my fear, death fear our sight
Bodies of them fly, kneel they to our might
Join we in celebration, the glory of the knight.
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