My enterprise takes time
And time will take its toll
And when we seem sublime
It winks and mocks us all
What lurks behind the veil
Some infinite reward?
Or will my journey fail
And meet its end upon the sword?
Sir lift your head up high
Dont fret do not despair
Our victory is nigh
And now's the time to dare
Come see how frail and weak
Are monuments of fault
Well march until we reach
The highest peak of human thought
Decadent warriors are at the gate
Come forth accept your fate
Ill win this quest and bring horror to its final rest
And I hold no tender sympathy
To hinder liberty
Purges will leave me bereft of my last enemy
This war is the demise
Of melancholy days
Of sugar-coated lies
An exit from this maze
Ill do what must be done
Ill say my nevermore
I have my fears but none
Will bring this battleship to shore
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