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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required The spearheads are keeping a tight formation, pride keeping the body upright, raking claws are sometimes raking home, they find their way past sagging shields. What deep wounds these claws do cause, yet bloodied these spearheads do stand, needle-sharp pain ne'er dulled by tiredness, stand in honour, battle weary. Still hold, you red of Alahsar, Steadfast to your bloody duty, humanity must live or die, forever soldiers of the red. stay cocooned in glories wonder, you warriors of golden Alahsar. Weary each one may have been, yet still they stood as monoliths, holding strong against insurmountable odds, only pride keeping them upright. They knew they had to stand, all depended on these moments, their mission to move forward, come what may, live or die. How terrible the scene on Badicha, dead and dying everywhere, The stench of death attacks the nostrils, the sickness wants to come. Long remembered the screams of the living, never forget the moans of those dying. Oh, children of Alahsar, never forget the horror, keep your spearheads moving forward, pushing slowly on and on. Against this wall of hatred, push, slay the demons of the dark, slay the enemies of the light, death's dance before us is displayed. Oh, Dark Man, strike home with all your power, strike with hatred Utamol, sword of glory now covered black. Lead your spearhead on beloved, the glory of the mighty storm, fight on for golden Alahsar, beloved of Heaven's grace. Chapter ..... 3 ..... Part ..... 2. Now, let us look upon the main regiment of foot, they fight on with the glory of the red, fight on men of Alahsar, staunch and brave stand before death. Your banners are so proudly flying, as they fly Alahsar does live, proudly they fly in the breeze, the men of Alahsar still stand. They say that Alahsar still lives, men still stand in battle line, Warriors battle to the end, honour to those who die and live. Still the outcome is unknown, for many men do bravely stand, A final push may end this terror, come on red, do battle on.
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