On the battlefield, we shall stand,

Through night and day,

Through fire and ice,

We shall never cease our efforts,

We shall never fall,

Because ideas are immortal.

Though we fight,

Not all the same,

Someday soon we’ll have the fame.

All our battles have been of fire,

Whether on the page or on the field,

But all things must soon be healed,

For we must fight fire with fire.

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