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Stand up strong before the enemy

Raise your axes and hammers

No one will get to walk away

Toghether we will get to victory



Horses have begun to ride

Rites are going to start

Troops will soon unfold

Assassins are starting to hide



To fight with our hearts

to live to die for a glorious empire

we are always standing high

our souls will never expire



Your extreme unction is so close

you can smell the oil in your head

now realising that it is not true

that oil is the blood of your head



Clashing shields,raining axes

Slashes to the wind,sing your fall

The air is still wipping hard

Your limbs in the ground now freeze



Horses have begun to fight

End of the rites is near

Troops now search the remains

Assassins now will never see the day



A mass of mutilated bodies

embellesh our plains

enemies' heads have been collected

now embellish our weapons and horses

bodies' flames purifies our land

now the stench has dissapeared of their king

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