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Where the stormclouds gather
Over the Blackened lands,
In a hail of destruction and misery,
We are calling to the proudest of warriors,
To the young and fearless who taste
The bitterness of betrayal.
They are ready to take back their homeland.
Our nation must rise, or it will decay.

Even if we die in the fight
We know that we've lived right
And our dreams will give way
To future struggles.
The clouds gather at the front
And there's nothing left in our hearts
But the Berserker's fury.
There's no room for retreat -
Our onslaught will flatten those
Who would question our will.

The traitors shall see their judgement day
With a noose around their necks
We'll leave them hung from poles to display
As the rain washes the blood away...
In the hail of destruction.

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