The moon beams on the face of the French
Glaring at the unforgiving sun
The radiation on my skin
Take in the warmth of the days gone by
And spread your wings
The feather of truth and valor
Will burn in the firey pits of the hell above the ground
For the spectators of the harsh days hail
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