THL Lucia Elena Braganza |
Yes we may die but we die with our teeth in their throats Yes we may die but we die with their blood on our swords Yes we may die but we die with our name on their lips Yes we may die and the reaper is near and he cuts a great swath and he claims a great tithe but he's ours so we stand by his side with no fear and Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well Yes we may die but we die with the wind in our eyes Yes we may die but we die with the drums in our veins Yes we may die but the war horns still howl and we rise Yes we may die but we die in our prime and old age can not wither our arms or our blades or our pride and our legends last long past old men, so Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well Yes we may die but mere death is not always defeat Yes we may die but mere life is not all we can win Yes we may die but the blood of our line never pales Yes we may die and leave sweethearts behind, but leave sons and leave daughters to take up the sword and revenge, and our memories will push them like fire, so Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well Yes we may die but we die on our feet, not our knees Yes we may die but we die in our lines, not our beds Yes we may die and the doors of Valhalla swing wide Yes we may die but the short road to glory is paved with our blood and the foes' broken swords and it's ours and the stars will blaze bright with our deeds, so Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well Yes we may die but we know it and we can die well. |
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