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Glittering mails to warriors high |
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Strongest blades to men of steel |
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Blades upon which we shall rise [Ref.] |
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We're the ones with the paganheart |
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Proud is our spirit, our will is hard |
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We're the ones with the paganheart to conquer back what once was ours |
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Blades which will cut your throats |
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Endowed with unimaginable strength |
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We will reduce you to silence! [Ref.] |
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And so the night became |
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And the battle begun |
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One by one we cut down the enemies |
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We're less in numbers but our will is strong as steel |
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Onwards we march |
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Under the banner of the ancient pagan empire! [Ref.] |
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Glittering mails to warriors high |
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Strongest blades to men of steel |
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Blades which will cut your throats |
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We will reduce you to silence! |
