On and on shall old war go,
Without respite, my blood will flow
O'er your eyes 'til they cannot see
The impossibility of victory.
So full of hate were our eyes
That none of us could see
Our war would yield countless dead
But never victory
So let us cast arms aside
And like discard our wrath
Thou, in faith, will keep us safe
Whilst we find the path.
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