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Shields crack like thunder
swords flash like lightning
helms split asunder there's
blood in the air.

Scream for the vultures
Your dead friends surround you
Unsheath the blade and fight till the end

Born to fight
Heart of steel
Tireless might
Kill to feel

What do I know of cultured ways,
the craft the guilt the lie.
I, who was born in a naked land
and bred in the open sky.

The subtle tongue, the sophist guile,
they fail when the broadsword sings
Reach out and die, dogs! I was a man before
I was a king.

Born to fight
Heart of steel
Tireless might
Kill to feel

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