| While the winter wind wails
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| An old man stands on the shore
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| A black ship with black sails
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| Riding the waves of war
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| They’ve come to offer death, darkness and evil
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| They charged ahead to meet the foe
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| To fight for the glory of their clans
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| Knee deep in blood and snow
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| Swept away in a deadly dance
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| They’re not afraid of death, darkness or evil
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| Arrows will fly, darken the skies
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| Their war cries will ring, across the hills
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| Many will die, still spirits are high
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| They march and they sing
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| Counting their kills
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| They fought with all magic and might
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| Determined to win at all costs
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| Red waves are rolling tonight
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| Foam stained with blood of the lost
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| Finally comes death, darkness and evil
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| Arrows will fly, darken the skies
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| Their war cries will ring, across the hill
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| Many will die, still spirits are high
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| They march and they sing
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| Counting their kills
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| Our hearts turning bolder
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| Our spirit grows stronger and… |