champions of love buckle on your armour and march to the front
Where the brave Win Glory and the weak lose their lives
With bronze spears fierce arms and the sweet favour of Gods
They fight for love without hate desiring least wars gold
drunk on wine and beautiful woman queens virgins and whores
Until their own death spectre appears faster than swift horses
Guided by Zeus heroes falling like toys their hearts bleeding out
drowning rivers leveling land dripping crimson on sand
Shrouded in dust irreversible war Arrows ripping through flesh
morning night and noon
Champions of love Without the Gods by your side
You will plummet headlong face-down in the nourishing earth
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