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Come drink with me this moment,

let"s raise our vessels high

and toast tomorrows victory,

celebrate who"ll die.

For come the morning sun

we shall stand with sword and spear.

Swallow down the early mist

to rinse our mouths of fear,

then onward to our foe

face them eye to eye.

Send their ears back home

to hear their mothers cry.

For the Gods are on our side

this day it will be ours,

time shall clap both hands

upon the victory hour.

For we must now protect

our women land and cattle

so raise again your drink

and toast tomorrows battle.



So to sleep my men

beneath the stars and trees,

for come this time tomorrow

our land it will be free.

Each man can hold a thought

about his death or glory,

for they will live forever more

handed down in story..

Each one of course a hero

who killed at least four score

and has become imortal

within this tribes folklore,

brave men that gave their lives

to stop this human chattel,

so again lets here the toast,

the toast that is

"To Battle."