Spirit of victory mettle me
When the nightmare itself is
forlorn in a glut
When despicable despair
howl in vain
And camel's back jubilate
Upon crossing the snowy frost
And the bittersweet memoirs
Of the sand dunes
When ado is guerdoned at the mill
And Achilles heels broke the barrier
It instills
And broken feet with broken gourds
Rejoice at the beautiful story
of the golden spring
We cannot get enough of the goddamn victory
Unless the eventfuls are cremated by the spirit of victory
Implicated me o spirit of victory
May I be your gadget and open gongs of freedom!
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