Chant of War

To my brothers, to my sisters, of blood. I come bearing a message to take arms for the Trinity, for she has spoken to listen to the chant.
To my brothers, to my sisters, of creed. I come wounded, carrying the flag of crimson, for the chant yet beckons to prepare for battle.
To my brothers, to my sisters of faith. I come marching to the rhythm of the drums, for my oath calls for me to follow.
To my brothers, to my sisters, of devotion. I come carried in a gilded casket, for I have fallen in the heat of valor.
To my brothers, to my sisters, of peace. I come trailing from the mountains we sentry, for I am a guardian of the faithful.
To my brothers, to my sisters, of war. I come guided by the light of a Divine, charging ever forward, sword aimed high, into the fray.
 
 
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