Song of the Scarabs-On-March
The Hoom hums clear o'er Ald Resdayn.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
The Crab-chiefs marshal on the plain.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
And west we go, through wind and snow.
To find and face the nordic foe!
And fight we may, 'till the foe is slain.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
The songs range far, they reach Ald Skar.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
Where Armigers stand 'neath five far stars.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
There we hold fast, 'gainst beasts and ash.
No matter how strong their blight may lash!
We'll count our scars once the day is ours.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
And in Deshaan, when blood is shed.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
When lizards paint Arnesia red.
The Scarabs Are On-The-March!
We'll nobly tread, in southern stead.
To fill th'Argonian foe with dread!
We'll all break bread when the X'eel are dead.
The Scarabs are On-The-March!
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- T_Sc_ScarabsOnTheMarchTR
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