March forward with head held high
Bid your loved ones Adieu
Give to your grace your best grüß Gott
If alone kneel before thy Lord's throne
Tend well your savored moments
See with vision clear.
Fear not the future
for it is known.
It shall be glory or it shall be worse.
Leave today your final doggerel
Scribbled upon anything handy
We do cherish the last words of birth.
With your sack full of desire
Take your acclaim.
That only the heavens will see.
It was on this march
The nobles accounted their legion.
From the flicker of your eyes
Your signs did read
Tomorrow, we shall know if we die
That is all.
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