Love summons strength once more,
My soul marches forth.
A soul quivers in the dark,
I raise my sword in high guard.
My arms above my head
My sword straight,
I strike from above like a hawk.
No dwelling, no hesitating,
I raise my sword again after each strike,
No compassion for my target,
No mercy for my brothers.
Are there any others, my king?
Who else should I kill?
For freedom is worth slaying for!
A.M
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