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_Below your black priest's heaven, / Above his tinselled hell, / Beyond the Circles Seven, / The Red-Steel Killers dwell -- / The men who drave, to blade-ring home, behind the marching shell._
We knew not good nor evil, / Save only right of blade; / Yet neither god nor devil / Could hold us from our trade, / When once we watched the barrage lift, and splendidly afraid