Blade by blade,

Shall stand and fall

Until we fade,

Then death may call


Shine like steel,

Ringing sounds

Pride we feel,

And spread around


'Till we end!

And crash, and burn

Stairs ascend

We will not turn


Blade by blade,

Grief we'll bore

Each others aide,

For this is war



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