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Silence gives in to the double tap of marching feet
They're getting closer, no retreat
One hundred stand tall as one thousand still
One thousand scared, one hundred ready to kill.

One thousand charge and one hundred stay
Waiting for their meagre prey
Ten to one is no fair battle
But when you're skilled, tens no hassle.

The crash of bodies hitting shield
Injuries of which cannot be healed
The hand of death drags some down
In blood, in dust their voices drown.

Battered bodies, broken bones
But they fight on with shield and stone
Brave, bold and strong they are
These soldiers set the bar.