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(ttto: O’er the Hills and Far Away) The generals ask if we will go To test our strength against the foe And make the host barbarian pay Beyond the stars and far away Chorus Beyond the stars and worlds away In Fringe, in March, or off in Ley The
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Horns of Ancyr, blow ye wildly, Thunder forth your brazen fury, Summon every soul who hears ye, To the battlefield. Shields of Ancyr, stand before we, In your lock-step, ever steady, Naught was forged can e’er score ye, Stand and never yield. Spears of Ancyr, sound your brattle, In
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“If we live not another day     Say this over our pyre That we died like Legion hainadar     With our faces to the fire. “But once we live tomorrow     In a body free of pain Then bring us ale and whiskey     Until we die again!” – regimental song of the 22nd “Alatian
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(Alternate words: Tear, terms, thinking, tutorial. Actually, I have a pretty good idea for tutorial, but the darn thing just won’t gel. So you get this bit of silliness instead.) The music was pounding again – not that it ever stopped – on the main floor of Polythalience, enough so that