Warriors

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                      My people once were

                                                                                Warriors

                                                                                We lived by sword and

                                                                                Shield

                                                                                The feel of battle in our

                                                                                Blood

                                                                                And the spoils it shall yield

 

                                                                                I was born of warriors

                                                                                The battle lust within

                                                                                Today

                                                                                The battle is a sin

 

                                                                                There is no place for me

                                                                                Here now

                                                                                The time for me,

                                                                                It’s gone

                                                                                And so my life is pointless

                                                                                But still I wander on

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