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Freedom!
Upon the field
With sword and shield
Darkened skies
As lightning strikes
Form the ranks
It’s time for war
Soldiers march
Freedom’s cost
Standing firm
Or all is lost
The principals
Of poor man’s call
He gathers arms
To spread alarm
In the hearts
Of tyranny
Across miles
For a stand
Raise their fists
Across the lands
To stand in the face of tyranny
At the end of centuries
Standing in defiance of their kingdom
With the price of blood we chant,
“Freedom!”
The rivers red
Of all the dead
All for the need
Of tyrant’s greed
Now he lays
In his own blood
Word has spread
To this day
Of blue skies
Out of the gray
We stood in the face of tyranny
At the end of centuries
Standing in defiance of their kingdom
With the price of blood we chant,
“Freedom!”
entered in the Independence Comp
With sword and shield
Darkened skies
As lightning strikes
Form the ranks
It’s time for war
Soldiers march
Freedom’s cost
Standing firm
Or all is lost
The principals
Of poor man’s call
He gathers arms
To spread alarm
In the hearts
Of tyranny
Across miles
For a stand
Raise their fists
Across the lands
To stand in the face of tyranny
At the end of centuries
Standing in defiance of their kingdom
With the price of blood we chant,
“Freedom!”
The rivers red
Of all the dead
All for the need
Of tyrant’s greed
Now he lays
In his own blood
Word has spread
To this day
Of blue skies
Out of the gray
We stood in the face of tyranny
At the end of centuries
Standing in defiance of their kingdom
With the price of blood we chant,
“Freedom!”
entered in the Independence Comp
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