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We are the mighty, yes we are the brave |
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With a selfless conviction, never to stray |
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From the first of October, thru a midsummer's day |
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We bear "The Crest of the Martyrs" |
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Our passion won't fade |
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Come join our crusade |
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With axes and honor, our way of life's saved |
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Come do not be afraid |
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With axes and honor, our victories gained |
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We'll strike from the mountains, thru the valley's below |
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Across land and water, our legions will go |
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We're taking their women, none to dig a grave |
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We'll reprogram their children, to fight in our name |
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We held onto a dream, of a better life one day to be |
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Standards held high, hearts filled with pride |
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For what we've done to be free |
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Return to a time when fortunes fell to the edge of a sword |
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Honor was none to those hearts who were pure |
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We've brethren in England, Germany and Spain |
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Forged in the truest fires |
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Many fall to their blades |
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We know many Greek warriors |
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Much too many to name |
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And the fight is undying in the home of the brave |
