Ancient are the eyes,
Ancient the tongue,
Ancient the battles
Bring the world undone.
There’s war, in our blood,
There’s blood, on our hands;
Blood in the rivers,
Blood on the land.
There's just one thing
Worth fighting for,
In the bloodied world
And the future gore;
A man and woman
Remake a world divine;
For around their loving
All futures twine.
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