Cry of the Arrow
Cries of the arrows heard, as the flames burn across this land
Our homes taken away with the shot of a gun, oh fate is so cruel
That freedom and glory be denied to us, all because of greed
Gold and silver turning these white men, into bitter monsters.
We fight to keep our honor and country, to protect this world
While the white man make war to create a conquering empire
Happily they shoot down living things, without thinking that...
They are something of spirit, forgetting things are sacred.
My tears flow as the river does, since this be our very last battle
The eagle soar above those heavens, so let our spirits do so as well
As the honor and strength given by our grandfathers and hearts
Shall never be silenced by greed, the warrior's path never to end.
MarluxiaXIII
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