From the beginning
This will be a fight
A slow personal struggle
To get everything right
At the beginning
Before our blood rose
With deliberate harness
Our will upon our toes
Let go, no weights
Shall slow us down
Let go, no fear
Shall matter now
Our fingers like soldiers
Rythmic and hard
March on each step
To the beat of our hearts
These arms shall muster
The serpents of fate
Whose colours follow close
Our fall their await
Let go, feel the beat
As we coil to strike
Let go, it is time
Our heart raised in flight
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