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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