| Imperial Cavalry. |
| Advance Ride Them Down
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| Down in to the fray
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| Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx
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| Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose
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| Warriors, stand ready. |
| Sound the clarion
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| Hearken, sons of the glorious Empire
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| Here we stand upon the Field of Blood
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| Though this day we may die,
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| Our legend shall live forever
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| Down in to the fray
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| Spearmen, form into Omega Phalanx
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| Archers, notch arrows, prepare to loose
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| Warriors, stand ready. |
| Sound the clarion
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| Minions of Chaos, minions of Chaos
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| Rend their flesh, crush their bones, devour their souls
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| Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming
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| Meet them with cold steel a’cleaving
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| Fall only when our hearts cease beating
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| Men of Hyperborea
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| Ride them down, ride them down, ride them down
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| Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming
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| Meet them with cold steel a’cleaving
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| Fall only when our hearts cease beating
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| Men of Hyperborea
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| By the darkling powers of the Shadow-Sword,
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| I call forth the fury of the storm to rend the massed legions of Chaos
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| Fly, my winged sentinel of the night
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| Deliver unto me the Ninth Crystal of Power
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| That I may at last be free once more
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| 'Ere the dawn, ten thousand shall die!
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| Onwards with our spear-heads gleaming
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| Meet them with cold steel a’cleaving
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| Fall only when our hearts cease beating
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| Men of Hyperborea
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| For the eternal glory of Hyperborea! |