Descend.. in blades.. Eyes pale, and skyward. Proud.. in Death.. Possessed, by honour. Sound the horn, my Son-- The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble-- Call forth the Thunder song... Soak the Earth, with Blood-- The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble-- Restore the Wolven laurel... This is the route of red.. March ever-on!... Through Night and through dread.. March ever on!... Ascend... in flames.. With arms, extending. Proud... in Death… In embers, of honour. Sound the horn, my Son-- The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble-- Call forth the Thunder song... Soak the Earth, with Blood-- The horror winds call forth... Sound the drum, fair Noble-- Restore the Wolven laurel... This is the route of red.. March ever-on!... Through Night and through dread.. March ever on!...
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