A Fyros song of fight

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Soldiers of fire, honourable men. standing here with a mighty desire.
In fierce battle throughout the land, we stand and deliver with a mighty hand.

There is no doubt when our leader shout, heed the call make all enemies fall.
Wield you sword, burn them through. One shall last stand it will be you.

Friends in arms defending from great harm. raise you hand to the sky, make them cry.
For glory and whealth to raise your health. Ready your mind for time when enemy find.

There at the battlefield meet their look, reclaim what they once took.
As the sun burns so do you, let your sword pass them through.

There at last, when swords wielded and spells cast. There you shall stand all enemies down by your hand.
Open your mouth, scream with a shout. "This is we, figting to be free"

For hearts with a desire, they shall strike with fire.