Guy
>TEAR DOWN WHITEWALL!
>A Lunar song of the Siege
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>In defiance of decree Broyan stands in treachery,
>His misguided subjects stricken in their bloom,
>He would spurn Rufelza's grace in the folly of his race,
>And would bring upon his children's children doom.
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>CHORUS
>"Tear down Whitewall!" cries the Goddess;
>"Tear down Whitewall!" cry we all.
>On her snowy ramparts high
>We will crimson banners fly;
>On that day the storm will die, when Whitewall falls.
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>Who would gen'rous mercy spurn for which all creation yearns,
>And with friendship offered pay us back with hate?
>Though our Goddess patient be, and with bounty she is free,
>With betrayal is her rightful vengeance earned.
>Chorus
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>Girt around with cruel foes, our belov'd Rufelza rose
>Watching o'er the ones who loved her far and near,
>Of the millions true and brave who their lives and fortunes gave,
>In defense of Lunar homelands ever dear.
>Chorus
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>Sartar's upstarts we endured, peace and friendship they abjured,
>Kallyr's sword-point ever pressed against our throat,
>Till at last we cried "Enough!", and we called their craven bluff,
>And our stern and solemn Goddess thus we quote:
>Chorus
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> Never till the latest day shall the memory pass away,
> Of the gallant lives thus given for our lands;
> But on the cause must go, amidst joy and weal and woe,
> Till we crush all insurrection where it stands.
>Chorus
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>Lyrics: Guy hoyle
>Tune: "Tramp Tramp Tramp (The Boys Are Marching)", "Jesus Loves the Little
>Children"
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>Guy Hoyle (ghoyle1_at_...)
>"I used to think, "Mind control satellites? No way!' But now, I can't
>remember what we did without 'em."
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>Guy Hoyle (ghoyle1_at_...)
>"I used to think, "Mind control satellites? No way!' But now, I can't
>remember what we did without 'em."
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Guy Hoyle (ghoyle1_at_...)
"I used to think, "Mind control satellites? No way!' But now, I can't remember what we did without 'em."
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