| Upon The Morning Field |
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Dare them to fight upon the morning field
To join in battle under the sun
Stout men mounted on armour'd steeds
Awaiting fair triumph or to join with the gods
Longing for morn, the our of play
To join in battle under the sun
Eternal fame to those who live through the day
And no death shall dishonour the brave
We redden'd our swords
They bit the flesh like a wolverine's jaws
Tempting our fate on the fields were our fathers fell
A display of power that none had e'er beheld
We shed blood
Dare them to fight upon the morning field
To join in battle under the sun
Stout men mounted on armour'd steeds
Awaiting fair triumph or to join with the gods
Longing for morn, the our of play
To join in battle under the sun
Eternal fame to those who live through the day
And no death shall dishonour the brave
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