MAN OF WAR
Once there was a place for me back home
When I was born
An infant of Rome
Childhood was gone in a breath of warm air
And full age came in the coldness of crusade
A man of war
Required to slay with the slaughters in Spain
To see what I must see and live what I must live
A man of war
A victor of virtue
A victim of remembrance
As for my sons of blood will find my heart in death
As way I bleed in spiteful regret
For what one does is blameless to hate
For what one does is fadeless in fate
And some things
Be it righteous or wrong
Will forever in part
Haunt my heart
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