Come, gather 'round, my fellow soldiers.
Nay, come gather 'round as brothers.
For you who fights alongside me is my brother.
Hark, a foul enemy prowls at our borders.
This ogre of an army threatens and tramples all, but not us.
They have oppressed all others, but not us.
We are the last stand my brothers.
This ground upon with we reside
Will be sewn with blood.
True! Blood will be spilt!
Bleed, and I shall bleed!
Fight, And I shall fight!
Draw your swords with me, men.
And we shall conjure up a threatening, deafening noise.
A sound so devastating, that the deepest, strongest
War Drums of hell can not conjure.
It is the cry of a nation united.
A country that bleeds as its people do
To say "we," not "I."
For we sacrifice with each other.
My brothers,
I bid you, stand
And march for honor, glory, your wives, your families,
And your Freedom!
Dec 15, 2012
Dec 15, 2012 at 9:27 PM UTC
Come, gather 'round, my fellow soldiers.
Nay, come gather 'round as brothers.
For you who fights alongside me is my brother.
Hark, a foul enemy prowls at our borders.
This ogre of an army threatens and tramples all, but not us.
They have oppressed all others, but not us.
We are the last stand my brothers.
This ground upon with we reside
Will be sewn with blood.
True! Blood will be spilt!
Bleed, and I shall bleed!
Fight, And I shall fight!
Draw your swords with me, men.
And we shall conjure up a threatening, deafening noise.
A sound so devastating, that the deepest, strongest
War Drums of hell can not conjure.
It is the cry of a nation united.
A country that bleeds as its people do
To say "we," not "I."
For we sacrifice with each other.
My brothers,
I bid you, stand
And march for honor, glory, your wives, your families,
And your Freedom!
This is just how I imagined I would speak to my soldiers if I was a leader, king, general, etc. Just a little thing I thought would bring someone to scream in defiance and strength.
