Forgotten Martyrs
The Down Troddence
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Forty fathoms forward now
With swords shining bright
Thirty thousand able men now
With hopes in their minds
Rumbling gallops marching forward
Eyes sparkling in the dark
Trying to cast away the foreigners
In castles on their mark
Charge! Said the leader
Form a ferocious crusher
And the crowd blew the horn
Spirit elated so high
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Destroy screamed the soldiers
Clinked the swords to form a thousand sparks
Breathe the fire
Flaming arrows through the sky
Forming a parabola
Piercing their retinula
Gushing he blood out
Beneath the carambola
Leader smoking the panatela
They, forever relentless
Fought for our land
Amidst all the blood they sacrificed
Rise from the ashes
Now is the time
Now is the time, forgotten martyrs
Rise, forgotten martyrs