Clearly you don't know our women. I might as well have marched them up here, judging by what I've seen.
I'm happy when someone wins a battle, because around here you get your fair share of disappointment.
When fighting under the native sky, force trebles.
Deep in the ocean, dead and cast away
Where innocence is burned, in flames
A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am...
A soldier on my own, I don't know the way
I'm riding up the heights of shame
I'm waiting for the call, the hand on the chest
I'm ready for the fight, and fate
The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head,
The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead's
The rising of the horns, ahead
And what if there were nothing left but to die? Well, if I have to, I will die as bravely as anyone.
I want him to acknowledge that he who fights by the sword, he fucking dies by it.
Some fights aren't worth fighting, Madi. Not when there's another way.
They say before you start a war,
You better know
What you're fighting for.
There can be only one!
If they can't be bargained with, we're gonna have to fight 'em.
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