To the light!

To the light!

The army was marching to conquer.

In the camp, in the night

The spoken was born

In the morning; with silence

Too quiet to fight

A battle of dreams, instead

Had to come.

By the camp, a new night

A slaughter

A yell; and

Beginning the fight

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