Coming from all sides, Fighting for their lives, Spears and arrows fly! Fire burning bright, Screams and chaos rife, Underneath the sky! Sent from his homeland Across the frozen plains Sent without warning His freedom to maintain
Seven thousand men to fall, Seven thousand men to die Born to fight to the last warrior Relentless, brave and bold Sword in hand, he fights alone, unafraid Fields with slaughtered men and soldiers Fueling hatred in his soul 'Till the aftermath they'll taste his blade!
Flags are flying high, Death is always nigh In this war-torn lands! Enemies closing in, But he won't give in, 'Till the end he'll stand! Sent from his homeland To defend his kingdom's reign, Fighting without ceasing, But alas, he fights in vain!
"Seven thousand men to fall All of them sent to die Upon this bloody battlefield I will surely lie The enemy shall know my name After their sons are slain But until the aftermath They'll taste my broken blade!"
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