To represent the nations that lie
Deep within
My fight is for you
The fruit of my loins
I tremble in fear
For I face a mighty army
But the fear is the fire
The weapon I breathe
I stand before the armies of strife
Failure, pain march in stride
Come to me you seasons of life
And I will smite thee
Can consume you tonight
I stand here
To represent my nations
The fruit of my loins
That lie deep within
I stand!
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