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Hear our tale now, a soldier's story |
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And his quest for the source of glory |
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When a lad he had heard it spoken |
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By an elder both scarred and broken |
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Warrior of the legion |
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He had journeyed to the frontier |
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And had fought bravely |
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But was wounded, then awarded |
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For deeds and actions in the fray |
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He was swept away when hearing |
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Of the great wars |
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Not content with the veteran's rambling |
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Sought he tales of great men, who gambling |
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In a game of man's decimation |
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Won the crowns of their conquering nations |
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Armies marching ever in his young mind |
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There were great towers, bastions of evil |
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And the people cried for heroes who would lay siege |
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And bring them down |
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He was swept away when hearing |
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Of the great wars |
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"I will lead the charge one day," he swore |
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Dreaming of the day he would make war |
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Youth soon was spent, came the time to enlist |
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Rome forged his shield and the sword in his fist |
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Now at last war is come |
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And he dreams that he'll find sweet glory here |
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In the ranks he stands firm |
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Up ahead, coming fast, the enemy |
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"Hold the line! Here they come!" |
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Bearded ones, angry sons, screaming |
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See his sword rise and fall |
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Now a man, no more time for dreaming |
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Fair haired daughters of the land will |
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Come down and kiss the feet |
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Of the hero |
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Laurels, medals they will bestow on |
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Him who carried battle to the foe |
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Hero! |
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Now a captain, and decorated |
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Back to Rome where the elder waited |
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There to query the young commander |
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"Where but battle was glory grander?" |
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"Glory? You deceived me |
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I saw nothing in the great battle |
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If not for killing and much slaughter |
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Now in dreaming I see the faces |
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Of those I killed |
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He was swept away when hearing |
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Of the great wars |
