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Aeons ago, the legends tell we rode onward |
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Led astray by the Northern Chaos gods |
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Calm before the storm we came from the North |
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Horses roamed in the open landscapes |
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The scald sang to their kings, "Only he who battle wins" |
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The scald sang to their kings, "Let the battle be fought to be won" |
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Tremble with fear for the banner of our kings |
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War now calls, heed to the battle |
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Hear our swords clinging in the wind |
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Men cast from their saddles, horses roar and scream |
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Descendants of wrath in the kingdom of fear |
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The might we possess burn like fire |
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The will remain in our Northern hearts |
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More scalps to be won, an eye for an eye |
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Aeons ago, the legends tell we rode onward |
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Led astray by the Northern Chaos gods |
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One by one, by the Northern tribe you fall |
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One by one, die by the strongest of them all |
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Still there's only greatness sung to those who fell |
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Who battled strong to win these wars, one by one, we took your lives |
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Gray mist swirl across the meadows |
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Where battle [Incomprehensible] ruled the steps |
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Where the ancients' armors of bronze |
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Are buried and corroded by time |
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Strong where those who won the war |
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And the legends tell only of wrath |
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As brothers of the Northern tribes |
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They guarded the borders of Chaos |
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We leave this battlefield ground |
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Red were the rivers of blood |
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Unforgotten by the ones |
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Born of strength and glory |
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Tremble with fear for the banner of our kings |
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War now calls, heed to the battle |
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Hear our swords clinging in the wind |
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Men cast from their saddles, horses roar and scream |