When history was present,
And man's future beginning,
A brave solider would roam the shores.
With youth and zeal he would lead the troops,
His only fear, that he would not be feared.
Like a Lion's roar he would sound the call,
And saint and sinner would follow.
Oh, how in those days we fought.
Did we not dream that we could conquer all?
Did we not dream that Kings and Queens we'd court?
But now the years have passed,
And our youth has turned to age.
Now again we hear the trumpets call,
As battle looms once more.
Yet here we stand with battle scared hands,
And with hearts that know the cost of war.
But shall we be doomed to leave the lands?
Or to fight prepared to take the fall?
The old hero marches now
As a younger leader sounds the call.
But a hero of old fights until the end,
Though it costs him life and fame.
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