They rode with wild reckless
need
Unto the valley of the king.
The king of pain, of woe, of
grief
And to them, demons made
their siege.
For ride they did and fight
they would,
For baby, mother and holy
God.
And want not any but good,
They rode in sandy
camouflage.
“In and out” was all
they said
“Your fight will be a
blaze.”
And then they shook their
somber head
For loomed a fearful haze.
The fighters rode with empty
thought
And warriors eyes into the
fire.
And though they knew not for
what they fought,
They rode onward, onward for
the spire.
Then, ho, the hawk fell
And then the world fell
silent.
But the brave ones did not
falter
To save their brothers from
the violent.
“In and out” became a
mock
And honor became their
blaze.
To save a fallen, silent
hawk
Became their only phase.
And save they did the fallen
one
With brilliance that
inspired.
And courage in front of the
gun
Was theirs on the road to
the spire.
The hawks were carried by
hog and men
To iron walls of the free.
But march alone the brave
ones did
For they need not be
carried.
And though they saw a deadly
sight
And lost countless brothers
on the way,
The brave ones fought their
honorable fight
And marched like warriors on
through fray.
And we shall all remember
their true loyalty blaze.
We shall not forget the
brave ones grace.
We shall not forget those
bloody skies
And we will faithfully
remember their face.
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