In timid scare, to battle descend
Cast hearts as limbs out beyond limits
Down, down, down
Scipio treats with deserters harshly
Beheading Latins, crucifying Romans
Exemplars all of turncoat creeds
Down, down, down
Richard faced the walls but once
To see, and not to take
A prudence that disappointed so
Down, down, down
Windgate takes the bull by the horns
In mud and rain, deep penetration through
To strike the mind if not the heel
Down, down, down
Full courage run on each for each
The bitter gall, bladed grasp of blood
Consumed and left in legend
Down, down, down
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