In ancient lands where turtle kings reign, The rocket of battle brings fire and pain. With certain resolve, they march to fight, Seeking fruit of victory, in the dead of night. Tired soldiers, under moon's cold glow, Visit the fields where their legends grow. The news of war spreads far and wide, As heroes clash with relentless pride. In a warrior's chest, courage beats strong, A picture of valor, where they belong. The cycle of conquest turns evermore, While walnut helmets prepare for war. In silent ranks, they await the command, To storm the gates and reclaim their land.
Tired soldiers, under moon's cold glow, Visit the fields where their legends grow. The news of war spreads far and wide, As heroes clash with relentless pride.
In a warrior's chest, courage beats strong, A picture of valor, where they belong. The cycle of conquest turns evermore, While walnut helmets prepare for war.
In silent ranks, they await the command, To storm the gates and reclaim their land.
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