Battle Cry

I see the writing on the wall
And the words they speak to me
In a tongue so foreign
The words were bore in
An ink
Made of crimson blood

We finally let out our battle cry
As we charge towards the fight
Our spirits lay broken
As we fight for the token
Trying to survive the night

Charge



Credits
Writer(s): Quinton Minor
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