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Sound of a Horn

	With his eyes on the clouds
	He prays to the Gods
	To live next few moments well
	To be worth his father's name
	Past time is on his mind
	His first fight in the War
	Bright was the day
	And now the rain is pouring down
	And when he falls,
	Other men will take his place
	To stand on wind and rain
	On the hill he waits
	For the sign of his king
	To run to the valley to fight
	Brave, young man
	Take a sword in your hand
	Hear a sound of a horn
	And fight until the end