Fear waives not
and gives not
the arsenal of the great.
When driven to the north,
the sword shakes, but holds
Resolved to its fate
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Waive
Fear waives not
and gives not
the arsenal of the great.
When driven to the north,
the sword shakes, but holds
Resolved to its fate
