A call resounding-
The mountains echo the battle-cry
that loses it's strength as it goes
down the valley.
A bell tolls one note-
Men gather up arms
and report to the call,
For war has come.
Ladies kiss their men good-bye.
Tears drift to the dusty ground.
"Farewell, hurry home!"
A note rings once more.
Family is forgotten on the field.
It is time to kill for freedom,
To be the last one standing-
To rule the lands forgotten.
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