I sharpen my sword
Facing the hills bright with campfires
That shadow the starry night.
A song rises, promises
To reach out to the sun, to the lands beyond the mountains
and of building Houses of unseen magnificence,
with towers erect, and walls thick with pride.
Madness is an avalanche of rubies:
Disdain for power, kill for land.
I sharpen my sword.
Not for me are the glorious songs,
Not for me are the promises of a better tomorrow.
Blood shall be shed.
I sharpen my sword to kill my brother.
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