like a song we knew
in times of old
with words of depth
and meaning fair
our worship simple
in morning rites
the incense raised
to lift our prayer
before the battle
could gather its muster
we sharpened our
swords, adjusted our armor
and came together in
a proud circle
our horses steady,
our nerves like steel
our opponent
announces his coming with drums
we salute our
commander and prepare to die
if, in fact, our
sacrifice is needed
but in our hearts we
will prevail
helmets clash, swords
rattle, arrows fly
and in the end we
say farewell
to many of our
honored brothers
for all are brothers
on the field of battle
yesterday, today,
always
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