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Walls of stone like mountains rise, Grey against the morning skies; Still the royal banner flies, Watched with hate by rebels' eyes. And around the ramparts grey, In the mists an army lies.
Set in battle's wild array, At the dawning of the day, Traitors to their sovereign they, Who would loyal subjects slay. Hold this city as a slave, Under democratic sway.