| The day of our revenge is dawning with a chilling haze
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| Like the day we fell from grace
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| It was a shameful black day when our bravery failed
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| But today valour shall prevail
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| Under the rising sun the mist of the morning clears
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| Revealing a forest of spears
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| A loathsome crawling mass of filth, roaring with bloodlust
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| Well, this time they will be crushed
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| Charge!
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| The thunder of pounding hooves below
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| Heralds the doom of our foes
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| Like thunder we descend upon our prey
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| For our shame they will pay
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| Might and honour
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| Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride
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| Might and valour
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| Once again the White Company of Wolves rides
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| Into battle and war
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| With the sound of horns and the rumbling roll of drums
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| We attack the tainted scum
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| Shouting war cries like howling wolves we ride down the slope
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| Our hearts filled with fierce joy and hope
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| No more shall we have to feel the infamous bitter pain
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| Or bow our heads in shame
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| By death or victory our honour shall be restored
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| So, in the name of our Lord
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| Charge!
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| The thunder of pounding hooves below
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| Heralds the doom of our foes
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| Like thunder we descend upon our prey
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| For our shame they will pay
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| Might and honour
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| Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride
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| Might and valour
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| Once again the White Company of Wolves rides
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| Into battle and war
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| With fury singing in our veins
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| We smite our fallen leader’s bane
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| Our hammers are smashing a gory
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| Path to redemption and sweet glory
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| Might and honour
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| Now we shall restore our tarnished name and pride
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| Might and valour
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| Once again the White Company of Wolves rides
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| Into battle and war
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| Into battle and war |