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A king shall rise a king shall fall. Raise the banners, sound the call.
Upon this day, and on this field, let no man live, and no man yield.
For in this moment, on this dawn, where battle lines have long been drawn.
With the Wolfborn at my side, to victory or death we now shall ride

Part the armour, part the skin
Find the beating heart within
Take your blades and push them in
A price in blood is paid for their false king

And at a word of my command, forward horse and soldier ran
Killed all before them, every one. Each husband and each mothers son.
Sword and spear on armour rang, as iron whirled and axes sang
The tithe of death will soon be paid by he who hath his kin betrayed.

Our swords cut through his ranks of men
Brought down and down and down again
And almost reached his standard then
In our unending rage

But there upon a hilltop stood
A man untouched by sword or blood
Armed with just a staff of wood
My brother’s battle mage

[Solo: Jensen]

Then with his staff held to the sky
There issued forth a dreadful cry
And he looked me in the eye
And tore the air apart

My soldiers could no further ride
For every horse lay down and died
The very sun would be denied
And down and down we fell

There, up from all around us rose,
An eerie and corrupted glow
And we had nowhere left to go
But down and down to hell

Part the land and part the sky
Cast my army down to die
To bind and cut and crucify
The price in blood we paid was just too high

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