The Battle
Thunderous their names,
I recite with pride and fervor—
Glory cast in gold.
Spirit in their veins,
Ready to die or deal death,
Roaring throats march on.
Conches pierce the sky,
Like lightning they strike the ears,
Enemies in awe.
Brave never perish,
Even in the hearts of foes,
Daring spirits soar.
Sounds of victory,
Trumpeting valorous hearts,
The fear of foes fades.
Brave are the bravest,
Till the axe of fate descends,
Judgment looms ahead.
Elixir of win,
Baffling the covetous mind,
A mirage in sand.
Win is in the air,
Lord, his servitor resides,
In soul’s chariot.
Narrow wedge of hope,
In raging Sea of sorrow,
Destiny smiling.
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