| Racing 'cross the arctic lands
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| A mounted legion
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| Under my command
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| We’re a brutal force
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| No men can withstand
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| Total havoc is at hand
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| See the black crows circle high
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| Waiting for brave men to die
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| They sense the coming of the tide
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| When opposition’s swept aside
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| The fateful message
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| Reached us months ago
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| That our home was under siege
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| And since that day
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| We’ve been heading north
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| Our kinsmen needed our relief
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| As we near our fortress walls
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| Black smoke is rising to the sky
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| Burnt black ruins
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| Of our father’s halls
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| And corpses greet our tired eyes
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| What madness led them to attack
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| Victory could not be won
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| They must’ve known
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| There was no turning back
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| And now they all are gone
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| No woman, child or man was spared
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| Their bodies lying where they fell
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| Suffering, anguish and despair
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| As they went through living hell
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| So now we’re on the ride again
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| And vengeance is
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| Our newfound path
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| We draw our strength
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| From grief and pain
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| These bastards shall know
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| Our endless wrath
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| See the black crows circle high
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| Waiting for brave men to die
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| They sense the coming of the tide
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| When opposition’s swept aside |