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When the dark clouds in the sky full of the black ravens, Announce the time |
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of great trial. Each man takes his sword, His shield and sets out on a |
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journey, where sounds of horns summon him. |
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No one will spare his blood. When on the battlefield, Regent of the Gods lead |
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us... |
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Raise your swords brother and fight. On the horn's sound we will move. We will |
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follow the ravens in the sky. |
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Blood for blood! Fire for fire! Death for death! |
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Armoured man by armoured man, |
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They stride, step by step. |
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Sword by sword, shield by shield, |
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They're marching in silence... |
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Many of them will die tomorrow, But none of them is afraid of death. |
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When the horns and kettle-drums sound steady rows of warriors will move. |
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Man by man, without shadow of fear Like the winged chariots of fire. |
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Every man bears his shield. Every man holds his weapon in the hand. Ravens |
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circulate over our heads. Tomorrow we'll feed our dogs on christian hearts. |
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Brother! Blow the horn of war! Tomorrow's war will be watched by our Gods |
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and forefathers And we must take revenge in their names! |
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Over the horizon dark clouds appear. |
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It's cold and clouds of steam hover over us. |
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We are marching silently... |
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We are overwhelmed in thoughts, |
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Marching for victory... |
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Hate and wrath burn our hearts. |
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Our thoughts echo in the space. |
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Into the battle we go to win... |
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Into the battle that will determine the world's fate. |
