As I ascend the mountain Their Gladius swing will swing once more Quenching thirst that flows like a fountain Looking towards the fore Take a ride with me on a cumulus And we shall reign the throne like Romulus Where is the land in which I seek A battlefield of choices I've looked everywhere and it looks so bleak When does this blood lust fade They fill my chalice with wine Spiked with a pinch of nightshade Coming back down to solid ground Six feet under pushing Daisys is where I will be found
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