To death we tenderly allude,
in blinding mist we lack a clue.
our strength we will not elude,
the reaper will not cast his brood.
In each sunrise we march on,
warriors return ever so strong.
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A Warrior Returns
To death we tenderly allude,
in blinding mist we lack a clue.
our strength we will not elude,
the reaper will not cast his brood.
In each sunrise we march on,
warriors return ever so strong.
