Band of Blades

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The winter days will make your beard turn gray

Our adventurer’s path will run it red

In mortal realms our bodies cannot stay

To death by age or sword we all are lead

The earthen tombs now hold our broken bones

The dungeon floors now stained by friendly blood

Is it of this the drunken dwarf bemoans?

Because of death that his emotions flood?

We’re soldiers, hunters, acrobats, and spies

Against whom evildoers roar and wail

We share a heart on which each life relies

A common bond that always will prevail

Through battles shared we’ve forged a Band of Blades

A gathering from whom no foe evades




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