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Extremos orcos scriptos ab copiis |
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Septentrionis |
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Kazh-Ran Navigii parati erant ad solvendum |
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Versus Ruid- |
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Dor sinus |
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Elfmuth Theatrum supremi certaminis designatum |
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Blasphema caterva ad litus |
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Ex collibus ubi appropinquant |
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Naves bellicae soloturae |
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Intus horum servi suos dominos |
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Nigris armant |
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Sanguine eorum loricis adversariorum |
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Defendentibus eorum |
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Aura corpora atra convoluta ac sagis |
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Eorum signa ferentibus. |
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Nave profecta ornata capitibus principum |
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Princeps remigium tempus remorum |
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Pulsu metitur nanorum |
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Qui a Roze- |
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El ducti Templum |
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Eldril destruxerunt |
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Arcanorum artium peritissimi |
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Nunc cruore manant strigitu |
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Mille scuticarum quae eorum |
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Duram cutem lacerant. |
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Et eorum dolor, aegritudo, sudori, sanguinis |
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Permixtus lembum propellit |
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I portum argentatum quo sol |
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Iam lassus se conduit. |
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Omnia parata ad proelio sunt... tympana |
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Metiuntur magna itinera orcorum |
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Ac hominum deformum pugnae aviditate |
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Cupiditate sola contentionis |
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Ordine procedunt sub caelo cinereo onusto odiis |
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Sicut domini impiarum animarum [THEY SAIL TOWARDS ELFMUTH (BEFORE WAR)] |
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When the last ogres were recruited |
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By the troops of north |
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Kazh-Ran The warships where readied to set towards |
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Ruid-Dor, |
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Heart of Elmuth, designated as the theatre of the last battle. |
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A blasphemous horde, from the hills, |
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Goes to the coast where the warship are ready. |
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Inside, the servants |
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Arm their lords with armours |
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Now black for the blood of their enemies |
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And protecting their bodies |
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Wrapped by a black breeze |
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And mantles bringing their insignia. |
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Sailed the warships |
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Adorned by the skulls |
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Of the contrary princes |
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The scout stresses the time of the row of the prisoners dwarfs |
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Who destroyed |
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Eldril's temple |
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Master of mysterious arts, |
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Who now are bleeding at the sound of thousand whips |
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Which tear their skin and pain and suffering; |
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The blood mixed with sweat pushes |
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The ship towards a silver sea where a tired |
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Sun plunged. |
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Everything is ready for the battle |
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The tympanums stress the forced march of ogres |
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And trolls |
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Eager for fighting just for pleasure. |
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They parade under a grey sky |
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Full of hatred like the |
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Damned's Master. |
