Creator!
Save our kin!
Destroyer!
Give us recompense!

The crops are wilted and whithered
Asphyxiation from the stench of blood
Our humble homes have been set ablaze
We were once pacifists, now with the mind of warriors.

The enemy rides with our women and kin
Their screams of terror harden our souls

Gather your steed and gather your men
We will ride at dawn
We will reclaim what was lost
We will bring them home

We. Shall. Ride.
We. Shall. Ride.
We. Shall. Ride.
We. Shall. Ride.

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