Rise my brothers
From the archaic depths
Our weapons will shine
Like the shimmering isles
Of the lands we once possessed
Now shining bright!

As the flames flicker
As the horns sound
Our deaths will sing a song
Sung on every tongue
As Dagnor dies on his throne
The revenge we sought
Is now won!

The battlefield strewn with warriors
A feast for the crows from the sky
Soulless and bleak
A silver horn beckons
My friends in the halls of their fathers

I will rise again, in that new world
With the strength of my gods and
The wild stag at my back!

From Orghlaith I leave
Leave this land behind
To find my kin there
And learn what life has in store...

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