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Battlefield

The eagle's cry is sharp when echoed down below, bouncing off the fallen shields and dry and brittle bones.

Battles from the past though dead men tell no tales, hear the voices rise above breaking through the veil.

Values long held sacred and straight down to the core, fighting hard to break the binds that hold you tired and sore.

Vain wars are forgotten though heroes will remain, win or lose it matters not the song remains the same.