My brothers and I heard the song humming in our ear,
The earth trembled and the skies fell for they all knew death was near,
“To arms! Grab sword and shield I say”,
Was the song the horn did play,
We charged into battle seeing the whites of the Grim Reaper’s eye,
We cry, “Our shields are strong, our swords are sharp, and we are not afraid to die!”,
Till death gripped my brother’s soul,
Squeezed till like a river his blood did run,
With his blood on my hands and his life out of reach I knew…
Our Revolution must be won…
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