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One more offensive

Many a battle won

It is far from over

The dawn we're yet to meet

My throat is weary

Still my shout never fades

My eyes are tired

Still they never lose their gaze

If they would be one neck

I would have lynched it already

If they would be one head

I would have crushed its face



The false pretence

Diplomatic lies

Descendants of the lost

Voluntary followers

My throat is weary

Still my shout never fades

My eyes are tired

Still they never lose their gaze

If they would be one tongue

I would have cut it off

If they were one back

I would have severed the spine

And when this battlefield stands silent

I will rise up again

This Pyrrhic victory

Costly but so imperative

This war of attrition

Is against all

My blade is broken

Still it can wound you all

Again it will be forged

Beware its force

I am not yet the strongest

But one day I strive to be

This lone road is paved with

The skulls of my enemies

If they would be one neck

I would have lynched it already

If they would be one head

I would have crushed its face

If they would be one tongue

I would have cut it off

If they were one back

I would have severed the spine