So I once rode With sword and shield The path of my fate Destiny Upwards the rock of eternity With a countenance Stiff from pain The summit seems far Yet is it No severe ride The weaker I get, the louder my ends Shouts grow The brave nag trotting Leads me Of this life, but Where then to? The blood we let, makes our path Divine
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