Warriors Of Faith
They search the desert plains
In the land of no return
To seek out the danger, time to burn
They are the rightous ones
Theyve come to claim this land
Like warriors under command
They fight for gold and glory
Proclaim the dead man's land
Into the dungeons they must go
To find the answers, left untold
Under the burning sun
In danger, eye to eye
They all now that someone must die
Into the well theyre falling
Past immortality
Led by temptation and devotion
Rendered deathless by the touch of the sword
Onwards victory, let us hear your battle cry
The enemies, will renounce or die
Hail the warriors of faith
Together they march through the fire
Forever theyre lost in this world
Onwards victory, let us hear your battle cry
The enemies, will renounce or die
Eternally, they will fall under the sign
Of victory, fighting all for one
Hail the the warriors of faith
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Warriors Of The World United
Here our soldiers stand from all around the world
Waiting in a line to hear the battle cry
All are gathered here victory is near
The sound will fill the hall bringing power to us all
We alone are fighting for metal that is true
We own the right to live the fight we're here for all of you
Now swear the blood upon your steel will never dry
Stand and fight together beneath the metal sky
Brothers Everywhere
Raise you hands into the air
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
Many stand against us but they will never win
We said we would return and here we are again
To bring them all destruction suffering and pain
We are the hammer of the Gods we are thunder wind and rain
There they wait in fear with swords in feeble hands
With dreams to be a King first one should be a man
I call them out and charge them all with a life that is a lie
And in their final hour they shell confess before they die
Brothers Everywhere
Raise you hands into the air
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
Like thunder from the sky
Sworn to fight and die
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
If I should fall in battle my brothers who fight by my side
Gather my horse and waepons tell my family how I died
Until then I will be strong I will fight for all that is real
All who stand in my way will die by steel
Brothers Everywhere
Raise you hands into the air
We're warriors
Warriors of The World
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Genuine Poets Are Brave
I can bravely say that genuine poets are brave
They go along, dawn to sun set, birth to grave.
To fight a war, they don’t need bullet or sword
There arm and ammunition is, their bold word.
They fire the bullets of word, evoke warriors;
Transform battle into victory, fought by fighters.
Poets’ bravery is, enthuse warriors and inspire
Their words extinguish too, the war that on fire.
poem by S.D. Tiwari
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The unfinished battle
`1The unfinished battle
The strive is not over, if it is not over
It has no ending, not a definite end.
Alas! There is no finish to a war, war-
is not won by victory.this battle of a hero
the good fight of a great protagonist one-
in which no winner emerged.alas! the unaccomplished-
runners, those with women like heart, they are dead.
The great protagonist is not dying, not in this war.
The brave ones never died, they die thousands of times.
the war is a cruel thing sometimes a haven. the peasants,
don’t want it, while an inevitable to the warriors.those who
are lucky with their faith are here in their threshold down,
they are safer indeed in their stony sleep but, the reminants-
in this unfinished battle of ours make this war our war when-
no alternative we got alas! the battle is unfinished.
It has no ending, war is not won by victory.
poem by Ipaye Olawole Peter
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Greenstone Axe
He stood upon the pa
Looking down upon his tribe
Greenstone axe in hand
His tribal moko on his face and arms
He swung the pendulum
Whizzing in the air
Its eerie sound of battle cry
Echoing across the land
The villages they stopped
In their daily chores of life
And scattered in a hurry
To prepare for the serge of impending death
From a neighboring tribe of war
Women and children ran
As quickly as they could
To find the shelter needed
From the battle cries of death
Then warriors all lining up
To challenge the Haka chant
"Ka mau"! Is resonate as he cries out the challenge
And in union they chant as the
Battle cries is heard across the land
With their spears and battle axes
Swinging in the midday sun
Their eyes bulging and tongues swaggering
As they send shivers of fear down the spines
Of their enemies awaiting to return the challenge
After each tribe sends out their challenge
There is quite as if death is walking amongst the crowd
The he shouts in one breath and joins his warriors
As they step forth to protect their land
Even in the days of old before the explorers came
They were fighting for the rights of their land
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poem by Kaila George
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Unsung Heroes
The land laid waste and desolate.
Opposing armies came and went,
that neither thought to contemplate
the end result is evident.
There’ll be no harvest here to reap
There’s no one left to till the land.
Beneath the soil the farmers sleep.
The warriors failed to understand
In war there is no victory.
The winners and the losers fail
to learn from all past history.
That warriors die to no avail
The real heroes are men of peace.
The farmers and the labourers
the men who toil without surcease
to feed themselves and their neighbours.
14-Aug-07
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Soldier
The soldier, he has many battle scars.
But there's only a few, others can see.
The wounds, they did not kill him,
They made him who he was called to be.
Although some of his battles were easy,
Through each of his battles he died.
The pieces, which were his true enemy.
Were the pieces that did not survive.
When the soldier, he goes into battle,
He must know who his enemies are.
They are the ones that would harm another,
And make the soldier, seem like he, was the star.
It is only once you discover the enemy,
The march to victory, then can begin.
For the war that the soldier is fighting.
Is the battle he fights from within.
In each of us there is a soldier.
And each day, we fight the good fight.
For the ones who walk into victory,
Are the ones who find their true light.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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My City Warriors
A city so old
Made warriors born
Together and enforld
Without them its lorn
Beauty to uphold
A story untold
Made city leaven
Those warriors from heaven
Every new breath
Enlighten their death
Won on battlefield
No count, how many have been killed
Their blood so pure
Made this city cure
Proud of nation
A reason of celebration
That love for victory
A war for victory
Made us for freedom
They were for freedom
A city so old
Made warriors born
poem by Yatin yadvansh
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Valhalla
There is a place
Where every man who falls
In battle surely will go
And in this place
Lives a god
Who is their lord
One of knowledge
Who surely knows
Eyes are burning brightly
Shining on into the night
Heads are falling
Valkyries calling
Back the men to fight
For the terrifier
Magic mystifier
Preparation for victory
Mighty oh! valhalla
Theyre coming home
To valhalla
Each day the valiant
Armies of the past
Would fight outside the hall
Then in the evening
The vanquished would rise up
With the victors
And feast one and all
Written on the runes
The many tales of men of old
Ancient kings who ruled the land
A thousand years ago
Prayed to the terrifier
Magic mystifier
For knowledge and victory
Mighty oh! valhalla
Theyre coming home to valhalla
Come the final battle
Odinn charges on his steed
Fenrirs foe is thrusting home
But it was not to be
Now the terrifier
Magic mystifier
Vanquished but he will live on
Mighty oh! in valhalla
Hes living on in valhalla
Valhalla!
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The Land Of Love
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Whence e'er ye come, where'er ye rove,
No calmer strand,
No sweeter land,
Will e'er ye view, than the Land of Love!
Hail! voyagers, hail!
To these, our shores, soft gales invite:
The palm plumes wave,
The billows lave,
And hither point fix'd stars of light!
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Think not our groves wide brood with gloom;
In this, our isle,
Bright flowers smile:
Full urns, rose-heaped, these valleys bloom.
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Be not deceived; renounce vain things;
Ye may not find
A tranquil mind,
Though hence ye sail with swiftest wings.
Hail! voyagers, hail!
Time flies full fast; life soon is o'er;
And ye may mourn,
That hither borne,
Ye left behind our pleasant shore.
poem by Herman Melville
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Fire On the Ridge
In the west there is fearsome fire in the hills.
Full of dread, the people watch as flames burn upon the ridge.
Fierce winds fan the fury where the fires singe.
Meanwhile there’s hot air blasting forth from high upon the hill,
Pointless wind aimed at stirring some futile acts of men.
Strong winds fan the flames.
Embers ignite the blaze again.
While homes are lost across the land,
A burning night gives way to the dawn of restless men.
Rhetoric fails to charm while flames move across the land.
Fires burn readily across dry mountaintops.
Drought’s danger seeps down the slopes.
Now the valley too is brown and the pastures parched.
Wherever stray embers fall, fires will catch and burn
Until nowhere can they be stopped.
Will anything escape the flames fanned by these raging relentless winds?
The firemen grow weary,
They know neither sleep nor rest.
All their wisdom and efforts fail to meet the fires growing test.
They seek the help of younger men to aid them in the night,
But none can hear or heed the call; they are ensnared in some other fight.
The chief in command stands out of touch safe on the distant hill.
Insulated from the desperate fight, no fires will he end.
People in the valley see him perched emotionless and still.
If he even has a plan from this distance they can’t tell.
They fear for the safety of those who fight and for their own as well.
They fear the loss of all they love and treasure beyond price.
The fields once waved golden and valleys were lush with finest fruits.
The harvest, which they toiled toward, is in peril of being lost.
Will fires claim the victory and devour all they cherish?
Or will they rise against the blaze, fighting fire with fire, before they perish?
Through night a western ridge stays lit, while across this land no one dare now rest.
poem by Mary Havran
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War, The Plight Of Man
The fires of war are burning, they burn forever bright
The horns of war are blowing, they summon warriors to fight
Two armies come to battle, a clash of sword and shield
And when the fight is over, blood and death shall coat the field
A test of soul and bravery, for glory wariors fight
They come to fight for honor, to test their strength and might
On fields of death and glory, the weels of war stil turn
The horn of war still blowing, the fires of war still burn
Until the world has ended, war shall be man's plight
Until no blood is left to spill, men shall come to fight.
poem by Tim Vallie
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My American Flag
Flag of the brave
Victory's only passage
With the Azure night
The dash of the fire ablaze
The stripe of pearly snow
Smybol of a victory
America's Victory
Soldiers true and brave
Trudging in the winter snow
Through the dark, hidden passage
The single, small fire ablaze
For I am of the dark night
Yet in my night:
I cry for victory,
I set my enemies ablaze,
For I am of the Brave
Within the hidden passage
The wind, the rain, the snow
Of the Sea, of the snow
Or hiding in the dark, cool night
Within every passage
In glorious victory
The symbol of the strong and brave
My fire within is ablaze
A Torch ablaze
The flash of falling snow
The strong and brave
In the night
Fighting for victory
leaving the passage
Victory has found a passage
The town is ablaze
Today is the victory
In the winter snow
The battle won this night
The shed blood of the brave
With the brave, in the passage
In the night, of the fire
Trudging in the snow, I won the victory
poem by Maria Robbins
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Today... 'The Finisher of Faith
Ascending into heaven to triumphant applause
the battle was over and the victory was Yours.
Death had now been vanquished and the grave was opened wide
'It is Finished' was the great shout of triumph You cried.
The work is behind You the price for sin had been paid
the sepulchre was empty where Your body once laid.
You had endured the cross and despised its dreadful shame.
The heavens rejoice and Your great victory proclaim.
And there seated at the right hand of God I can see
my Lord Jesus Christ Who has Finished the faith for me.
For my great Author and the Finisher of the faith
won the victory over Satan and now I'm safe.
Despising the shame and enduring Calvary's cross
You came to seek and to save this poor sheep that was lost.
It is finished I hear that great victorious cry
Resounding throughout heaven as the years pass on by
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Of Your Mind
(gill/johnson/nash/o'toole)
From diamond mine to the factory
Everybody's doing what you've got to keep on doing for society
Make this world a good place to be
Let livin' be but don't work for free
Playing isn't paying so worx is what i'm saying
Working for the world go round
The battle cry don't mess with me
I've travelled the world for eternity
Warriors of the wasteland
Sailboats of ice on desert sands
Warriors of the wasteland
It seems to be that the powers that be
Keep themselves in splendour and security
Armoured cars for megastars
No streets, no bars, yours wealth is ours
They make the masses, kiss their asse(t)s
Lower class jackass, pay me tax take out the trash
Working for the world go round
Your job is gold, do as you're told
The pay you less the run for congress
Warriors of the wasteland
Sailboats of ice on desert sands
Warriors of the wasteland
I'm working for the world go round, go round
Diamond mind to the factory, yeah
Make this a world, a good place to be
Warriors what a waste, man
Warriors
We're rats in a cage
Suicide a go go
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Song 2
SUCCESS to the heroes of gallant Castile,
Undaunted in danger, victorious in fight!
May they teach proud oppressors and tyrants to feel,
The patriot's arm of invincible might!
Live in memory eternal, the deeds of the brave!
Be the warriors immortal, who fall on the field!
The garlands of summer shall bloom on their grave,
And the trophies of glory emblazon their shield!
Success to the heroes whom Albion has giv'n,
In the cause of Iberia their aid to supply;
May they wield the bright armour of Justice and Heav'n,
And wave the proud banner of Freedom on high!
May Victory attend on the patriot-band!
May the genius of Albion their bosoms inflame!
Soon may they with laurels return to their land,
Be welcom'd by Love and applauded by Fame!
poem by Felicia Dorothea Hemans
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Tribal
Chorus:
Tribal warriors!
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
The reconstruction commences.
The soldiers equip for the lessons.
My life, a sacrifice is made new through these confessions.
Manifested, this joy is my desire.
Light this fire to flames.
Praise the name jehovah jireh.
Is my provider the truth that lives inside this fighter?
Take me higher, master, sire makes me a good rider.
Im gonna ride on down til I break through the front lines,
And aint going home until I gets mines.
Chorus:
Tribal warriors!
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
I grab ahold of my second chance.
This time Im gonna make it last.
Left the world, came back an outcast.
To lay among the remains,
Through the trials and the pains.
Run for cover, make shelter, uncharted terrains.
Bloodstains light the paths to the ways of living breath.
My soul is put to the test.
Blessed with a mic in my hand.
Jah make straight my steps.
Then I hooked up with payable on death.
We flow in unity.
Stand in one while the foolish be,
Lost in this hour.
With power we have authority,
To overcome while these cowards just pick up and run.
Well we aint done til this battle has been fought and won.
This vitory, how sweet it be, is already ours.
Holding the stars, is the man that carries my scars.
Always the same, wear his name with no shame.
Here in this battle cry, we will never die.
We will never die tribal warriors
We will never die
We will never die tribal warriors
We will never die
We will never die
We will never die
I want to know!
Chorus:
Where do you stand in this battle cry tribal soldier?
Represent I and I jah jah warriors!
Repeat 4x
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Warriors Of The Wasteland
(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
From diamond mine to the factory
Everybodys doing what youve got to keep on doing for society
Make this world a good place to be
Let livin be but dont work for free
Playing isnt paying so worx is what Im saying
Working for the world go round
The battle cry dont mess with me
Ive travelled the world for eternity
Warriors of the wasteland
Sailboats of ice on desert sands
Warriors of the wasteland
It seems to be that the powers that be
Keep themselves in splendour and security
Armoured cars for megastars
No streets, no bars, yours wealth is ours
They make the masses, kiss their asse(t)s
Lower class jackass, pay me tax take out the trash
Working for the world go round
Your job is gold, do as youre told
The pay you less the run for congress
Warriors of the wasteland
Sailboats of ice on desert sands
Warriors of the wasteland
Im working for the world go round, go round
Diamond mind to the factory, yeah
Make this a world, a good place to be
Warriors what a waste, man
Warriors
Were rats in a cage
Suicide a go go
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Hymn To Woden
God of the battle, hear our prayer!
By the lifted falchion's glare;
By the uncouth fane sublime,
Marked with many a Runic rhyme;
By the 'weird sisters' dread,
That, posting through the battle red,
Choose the slain, and with them go
To Valhalla's halls below,
Where the phantom-chiefs prolong
Their echoing feast, a giant throng,
And their dreadful beverage drain
From the skulls of warriors slain:
God of the battle, hear our prayer;
And may we thy banquet share!
Save us, god, from slow disease;
From pains that the brave spirit freeze;
From the burning fever's rage;
From wailings of unhonoured age,
Drawing painful his last breath;
Give us in the battle death!
Let us lift our glittering shield,
And perish, perish in the field!
Now o'er Cumri's hills of snow
To death, or victory, we go;
Hark! the chiefs their cars prepare;
See! they bind their yellow hair;
Frenzy flashes from their eye,
They fly--our foes before them fly!
Woden, in thy empire drear,
Thou the groans of death dost hear,
And welcome to thy dusky hall
Those that for their country fall!
Hail, all hail the godlike train,
That with thee the goblet drain;
Or with many a huge compeer,
Lift, as erst, the shadowy spear!
Whilst Hela's inmost caverns dread
Echo to their giant tread,
And ten thousand thousand shields
Flash lightning o'er the glimmering fields!
Hark! the battle-shouts begin--
Louder sounds the glorious din:
Louder than the ice's roar,
Bursting on the thawing shore;
Or crashing pines that strew the plain,
When the whirlwinds hurl the main!
Riding through the death-field red,
And singling fast the destined dead,
See the fatal sisters fly!
Now my throbbing breast beats high--
Now I urge my panting steed,
Where the foemen thickest bleed.
Soon exulting I shall go,
Woden, to thy halls below;
Or o'er the victims, as they die,
Chaunt the song of Victory!
poem by William Lisle Bowles
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America Post 911
Land of freedom
Land of war
Land of peace
There you are
America!
Land of spirit truth and grace
Land that will never quit the race
May you fight until you're done
Because the battle has not yet been won
America!
Land of the beautiful
Land of the free
Bring the enemy to his knees
May his conscience sear his soul
Till the bell of victory tolls
America!
This is America land of the brave
Though you hurt us our banners continue to wave
High above the skies our spirits soar
As we replace future's door
America!
poem by Mitzie Thorne
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Invaders
(harris)
Longboats have been sighted the evidence of war has begun
Many nordic fighting men their swords and shields all gleam in the sun
Call to arms defend yourselves get ready to stand and fight for your lives
Judgement day has come around so be prepared dont run stand your ground
Theyre coming in from the sea
Theyve come the enemy
Beneath the blazing sun
The battle has to be won
Invaders ... pillaging
Invaders ... looting
Set ablaze the campfires alert the other men from inland
Warning must be given theres not enough men here for a stand
The vikings are too many much too powerful to take on our own
We must have reinforcements we cannot fight this battle alone
Theyre coming over the hill
Theyve come to attack
Theyre coming in for the kill
Theres no turning back
Invaders ... fighting
Invaders ... marauding
Axes grind and maces clash as wounded fighters fall to the ground
Severed limbs and fatal woundings bloody corpses lay all around
The smell of death and burning flesh the battle weary fight to the end
The saxons have been overpowered victims of the mighty norsemen
Youd better scatter and run
The battles lost and not won
Youd better get away to fight another day
Invaders ... raping
Invaders ... plundering
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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