We will stomp to the top with the wind in our teeth.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
We'll hold out our hand; they have to unclench their fist.
Thus far we run before the wind.
We will fight race destruction through thick and thin and never CO exist voluntarily with it.
Conditions are ripe for triumph. We will win. And we will wield great power here.
We are beaten, we will make no bones about it; but we are not too badly beaten still to fight.
If we should have to fight, we should be prepared to so so from the neck up instead of from the neck down.
Who am I to blow against the wind?
And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.
We're at war against the ultimate evil in the world, and We're going to win.
We might knit that knot with our tongues that we shall never undo with our teeth.