In the hills gather men with steel
Nothing can stop their might
They got the power to defeat
To the death each man will fight
Spirits raised the swords are drawn
Cries of thunder from their soul
From the height they swoop like hawks
To the land their father's home
Into battle steel will strike
To the slaughter men will die
Up ahead the shields are raised
Like a silver wall they stand
On with marching to the drums
Wearing uniforms so grand
To the bugle call they charge
To the seven swords they run
Up ahead the warriors meet
No surrender no retreat
Through the flesh the blades are plunged
Into the hearts of men so bold
Fighting on with freedom swords
To overthrow the overlords
Killing men across the range
Who they see before their eyes
Through the eyes of anguished pain
They slowly crumble down and die
With a blow the last man falls
And the silence raise a fear
All around lay men of war
Men who fought for what they believed
In the sky the warriors meet
The gentle wind blows a breeze
A silent mist returns to steal it

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