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With the dawning of the morn in the East |
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The Turkic dogs pour fourth |
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To see our lands impugned by their feet |
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As they trample hallowed ground |
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Wicked curved blades glistening |
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In the first rays of the rising sun |
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Burning, raping as they march |
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On Byzantium's heart |
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LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR! |
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Mercy dies upon this day! |
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THE RINGING BLASTS OF BATTLE HORNS! |
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Lend valor to our hearts |
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HAIL! All those who would fight for their blood! |
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HAIL! All our fallen sons! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! |
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HAIL! I shall never stray from the path |
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HAIL! That honor bids me tread! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! |
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By all that we hold right and true, oaths we have sworn |
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Protectors of the Empire, our bloodlines strong will stand |
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We fight imbued with righteous rage, for we know our cause to be just |
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To live or die is all the same, only defeat can bring us shame |
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LET SLIP THE DOGS OF WAR! |
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Mercy dies upon this day! |
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THE RINGING BLASTS OF BATTLE HORNS! |
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Lend valor to our hearts |
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HAIL! All those who would fight for their blood! |
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HAIL! All our fallen sons! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! |
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HAIL! I shall never stray from the path |
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HAIL! That honor bids me tread! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! |
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SMITING AND SMASHING AND HEWING AND SLAYING! |
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Driven like dogs before us |
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BODIES ARE BEATEN DOWN, TRAMPLED BY HOLY KNIGHTS! |
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The darkness falls before us |
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BLASPHEMOUS HERETICS, BEARDED SONS OF PROPHET! |
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Driven like dogs before us |
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BACK TO THE WILDERNESS WHERE THEY WERE SPAWNED LIKE GOATS! |
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The Crescent quails before us |
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HAIL! All those who would fight for their blood! |
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HAIL! All our fallen sons! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! |
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HAIL! I shall never stray from the path |
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HAIL! That honor bids me tread! HAIL HAIL HAIL HAIL! |
