Echo through history,
Their cheers,
Presently bring out
The warriors of time.

Faces set, braced,
For careless losses.
Bloodthirsty men,
Defeating fear, defying pain.

Again one falls, smitten,
Encore! Encore!
The parched earth, its thirst quenched,
It is now time to leave.

Of few that do so,
Awaits them,
Encore! Encore!
Braced, so the next day.

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