A sword forged in the flames of hell
By an angel who from heaven fell
Steel hardened in the heat of fire
Blade sharpened on the edge of ire
Wielded in battle, a song in the hand
Alone in the fray, the warrior stands
And the bodies of the men that he has felled
Lie at his feet, their voices quelled
Where to now soldier, where to now
Once you've wiped the tears of blood from your brow?
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