Save
Each one’s no longer consciousOf the high wall, or the rest:Since the one enduring fortress,Is the soldier’s iron breast.If you’d live unconquered,Quickly arm, and fight the real foe:Every wife an Amazon bred,And every child a hero.
Each one’s no longer consciousOf the high wall, or the rest:Since the one enduring fortress,Is the soldier’s iron breast.If you’d live unconquered,Quickly arm, and fight the real foe:Every wife an Amazon bred,And every child a hero.
