Spirit born of this world
as an ageless oak afeith my soul to land and sky
we stand to defend, no enemy walk upon our sacred ground
no foe to tear these roots of pride
to stand and fight

yet not forgotten....

As echos of battle, we ride on forth

Spirit of dying elm
from whence I came, I shall return to these skies of fire
we stand to defend, no enemy walk upon our sacred ground
with fire burning in our eyes
stand, fight and die


Stand...
look not upon the growing storm
face...
with honor thy fate...


When all is lost
and countless lives cast asunder
face the realm
now fields of orchids in the blood red dawn
no pride in wasted lives
our land soaked in blood
as spirits to wander the earth

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