No Guts, No Glory
Victorious are our people.
From the life under the steeple,
To the knifes of our reign. But what
Is there to gain or even obtain
In order to receive such a
Valiant gift of strong bravery?
Long has this exchange been brought,
With a little more than just a
Thought, of the innards of our
Skin and so deep within the hearts.
This can not be found on a chart,
Or even around the best arts.
There is only a slight test,
Where might comes not from the ruts in
The road, but from the guts of life's
Fatal code. Although many have a
Lot of doubts, we still continue
To cheer the same song for we have
No fear of the fights we rule out.
Victorious are our people!
No Guts, No Glory! We believe
Endlessly for all eternity.
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