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At the dawning of first light,
the towers will come tumbling down.
In the misty morning hours,
the walls will crash to the ground.

The cannon roar will shake the heavens,
black smoke will fill the sky.
A line of men slowly forms for battle,
the condemned will go out to die.

Charge into the breach,
in death, honor is restored.
Absolved by a baptism of fire,
we are the Forlorn Hope.

A withering fusillade of fire,
bullets swarm like a hornets' nest.
Ringing in the blood-soaked mire,
the clash of swords and bayonets.

March onwards through the flames,
to meet a glorious death.
Cut down all who stand before us,
push ahead until your final breath.

Charge into the breach,
in death, honor is restored.
Absolved by a baptism of fire,
we are the Forlorn Hope.

Those unfit for noble service,
drunkards, deserters, and thieves,
band together for a final purpose,
either this, or strung up for our deeds.

Yesterday branded a villain,
this day a hero's name lives on.
Give the last full measure of man.
until our foes turn tail and run.

Charge into the breach,
in death, honor is restored.
Absolved by a baptism of fire,
we are the Forlorn Hope.

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