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When the sword that I carry falls,

And I fall by its side,

When the angel of the heavens calls,

I know that I have died,

Peace is with me once again,

And I am not true slain,

Peace falls on me like the rain,

I will live again,

So be it that I failed once more,

That I gave up the fight,

So be it that I could not endure,

I still proclaim my right,

To battle on and gain my fate,

As I have tried to do,

To battle on and live to late,

I still have much to prove,

Though not dead, I weep in fear,

I will play my part,

Though not dead, I weep this tear,

And carry his torch in my heart.