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The world is waiting, anticipating tragedy |
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Cynical spirits, try to spell our legacy |
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We'll trample the dead with ten legions of men |
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Only the true will survive |
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There'll be no retreat, all false souls we'll defeat |
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Our call to honour won't die |
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Beware! |
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Sign of the storm! Our time's at hand! |
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Blood on your sword (All Hail!) |
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Sign of the storm, the siege begins, victory is now |
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You've got blood on your hands! |
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Crowds of fools watching |
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For a flicker of weakness in our eyes |
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But oh how they'll crumble |
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When they hear our battle cry |
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Do be afraid! |
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The warriors now gather, from all corners of the world |
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One mission unites them, we now invoke the gods of war! |
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After the slaughter, we gaze upon the bloodsoaked field |
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No pity or sorrow, the choice they made was all too real |
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The world is watching, now to mourne this tragedy |
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The cynical spirts once again begin their scheme |
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Forever we will fight together |
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Brother hold your torches high |
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Warriors of Albion! |
