STAND TO YOUR SWORD-ARMS STEADY
We meet 'neath the sounding rafters,
And the walls around are bare;
As they echo to our laughter
We all know that the dead are here.
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So, stand to your sword-arms steady,
For honor is all we prize;
Quaff a cup to the dead already
And one to the next who dies.
No dread of the dead returning,
We fight through the field of gore,
With the high and haughty yearning
For the battle that we adore.
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Cut off from the kin that bore us,
Betrayed by the Storm we strive,
When the keenest have gone before us
And the dullest remain alive.
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There's blood on the blade congealing,
And a warrior's mortal breath,
And 'tis thus that the warmth of feeling
Turns ice in the grasp of death.
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There is many a word half-spoken,
There is many a song half-sung,
There is many a sword that is broken,
And a final cheer to be drunk.
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There is not time for repentance,
'Tis folly to yield to despair,
When a shudder may finish a sentence,
Or steel put an end to a prayer.
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Time was when we fought each other,
In many a king's campaign;
But now let us all be brothers,
For in Hell shall we meet again.
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But a truce to this fateful story,
And death is a final friend.
So here's to a life of glory,
And a laurel to crown each end.
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based on HERE'S TO THE LAST TO DIE
http://www.mudcat.org/_at_...?SongID=2606&Title=HERE%27S%20TO%20THE%20LAST%20TO%20DIE
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Lyrics (c) Guy Hoyle 2001 AD. Humakt and the passage quoted at the beginning of this entry are the property of Issaries Inc., and no infringement of trademark or copyrights wit intended.
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