Finding strain among the dead
Let us give our final breath
Our words live beyond our death
Marching for the glory of
Whatever reason that we march
Killing season will unfold
Our souls to God and country sold
Fighting against the wickedness
Of the dark great terror beheld
Plotting light amid the earth
Against our grief is framed our mirth
And the songs we hear
Though bittersweet
We will not fear
Though we may weep
The darkness gains against the throne
We will wait in silence til the sun has shone
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