Iuvenes

Blood, Steel And Temper Of Spirit

Iuvenes


When pale daylight 
Greeted warrior 
They stood up and 
Family home they abandoned 
Not moved to tears of their close one 
they arrived at their commander 
Who in forest precipices 
His camp founded 
On order of the commander 
Another came 
To pay a bow 
To their master 
And they kept in silence 
To his proud voice 
That dignity 
Orders to call under flag