Suno Tags:
Rubaiyat, Upbeat Female Vocals, Beat Poem, Clean Vocals, Soft and Smooth Salsa
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My Lyrics:
[prelude]
[verse]
Encourage, commend, and entreat.
Loyal soldiers, greet defeat.
Having faced death, and gore.
I once again implore, that thee are elite.
[short melodic riff]
[verse]
Does thou know, what thine earth is for?
One must never claim it a bore.
This land that cools, and feeds.
Never asks, and never needs, to be more.
[chorus]
A series of battles, as the country bleeds.
Fueled by men, and their misdeeds.
Carry us forward, from steed, to tank.
Plant new seeds, and follow where it leads.
[post-chorus]
Each soldier, knew his rank.
As such, not one sank.
From the fight, at our bank.
Victory is the cup, from which we drank.
[verse]
The times have changed, and war reignites.
I have all combatants, in my sights.
First one to move, will drop like a rock.
Our field is one that bites, fights, and frights.
[verse]
Grab your weapon, and give it a cock.
With your shoulder firmly, on the stock.
You count each shot.
Each soldier, each stopped clock.
[bridge]
Time and soldier, march together.
To weather the weather, and wonder whether,
this fight can be beat.
Be as light as a feather, yet tough like leather.
[post-chorus]
Only this feat,
can plant your feet,
at the victor's seat,
with a sweet greeting, from your fleet.
[end]