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The horn blows, now we mobilise, good bye to my ordinary life,
the blood in my veins, boils with rage, for the enemy we will engage,
with axe in hand, i brace my shield, slide my helmet on,
for this night we've waited all our lives,
we'll fight until the break of dawn

They will not pass, the frontline, stand strong men, the fight is nigh,
from this day our legend made, to the bastard sons on the other side we scream, no pasaran

We charge to fight our ancient foe, will i survive I do not know,
I throw my spear, into their legions, I thirst for blood.
my axe is wet, with gore and guts,
my skin is flayed with bloody cuts,
an arrow pierces through my side
As i scale the mounds of men who've died

Drowning in a field of blood
but i fight through the crimson flood
the horn blows another time,
the enemy flees behind their lines.
I see a survivor on the ground,
he tastes my steel now makes no sound,
fate is sealed with blood and scars,
victory, this night is ours

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