The Strife of The Knife

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Liberious

Recruit
Seven bowman charging fast,
Arrows whizzing past,
*thunk* an arrow hits my shield,
But that is not all I wield.

I WIELD A KNIFE!
A knife, a knife!
O glorious, strife,
I WIELD A KNIFE!

The weapons clang, and the orders I shout,
My men are going out.
But I do not fear,
For my knife is here.

I WIELD A KNIFE!
A knife, A knife!
O glorious strife,
I WIELD A KNIFE!

My valiant soldiers fall one by one,
but they do not move until the word comes.
At last I give the order,
Everyone... CHARGE!

I WIELD A KNIFE!
A knife, A knife!
O glorious strife,
I WIELD A KNIFE!

I duck under the blades,
The arrows can't touch me,
The mens chest do bade,
For the knife.

I WIELD A KNIFE!
A knife, A knife!
O glorious strife,
I WIELD A KNIFE!

Under a spear,
Faster than ear,
*slash slash slash*
My foe is dead.

I sneak around back,
Slashing the men who lack,
I stand, bloody and weary,
But... Victorious.
Why?

I WIELD A KNIFE!
A knife, A knife!
O glorious strife,
I WIELD A KNIFE!
 
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