Martyrs
When we were young we made a choice
The moment we were born,
To cast aside our innocence
And so forever mourn.
This heavy burden must be borne
By those of us who seek,
To follow those forgotten roads
And shelter all the weak.
For us we chose a grinding task,
The highest of all goals,
We chose to care for all mankind;
To save their very souls.
Now onward through the dying day
We fight our way ahead,
We killed for every step we took,
With every step, we bled.
When darkness comes and claims our lives,
Us shepherds dead and gone,
Who next shall rise and take our place,
To lead the people on?
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