I How beautiful is the battle, How splendid are the spears, When our banner is the sky And our watchword Liberty, And our kingdom lifted high above the years. II How purple shall our blood be, How glorious our scars, When we lie there in the night With our faces full of light And the death upon them smiling at the stars. III How golden is our hauberk, And steel, and steel our sword, And our shield without a stain As we take the field again, We whose armour is the armour of the Lord!SourceThe script ran 0.002 seconds.
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