The Toast To Battle

Come drink with me this moment, let"s raise our vessels high and toast tomorrows victory, celebrate who will die. For come the morning sun we shall stand with sword and spear. Swallow down the early mist to rinse our mouths of fear, then onward to our foe face them eye to eye. Send their ears back home to hear their mothers cry. For the Gods are on our side this day it will be ours, time shall clap both hands upon the victory hour. For we must now protect our women land and cattle so raise again your drink and toast tomorrows battle. So to sleep my men beneath the stars and trees, for come this time tomorrow our land it will be free. Each man can hold a thought about his death or glory, for they will live forever more handed down in story.. Each one of course a hero who killed at least four score and has become imortal within this tribes folklore, brave men that gave their lives to stop this human chattel, so again lets hear the toast, the toast that is "To Battle."