| Before the grimmest enemy
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| Cold rain whipping those proud faces
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| Warcries raising their spirits
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| Despising death as they rush forward
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| Blood of the brothers drains to the ground
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| Stirring up rage, giving the power
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| Trampling the enemy with their feet
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| Without fear they fight
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| Can you hear the call of the North star
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| Feel its longing in your heart
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| This bound is eternal
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| Sworn through blood
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| At the end we will stand as one!
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| Even if the daylight dies
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| Our horde marches on and on If we should fall down to the ground
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| We"ll rise again and never give up!
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| But for some it"s all too much
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| This honorable battle and bloodshed
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| They flee like a swarm of craven rats
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| Leaving their brothers to a certain death
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| The last furious men
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| They didn"t fear death or pain
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| They held up their swords and shields
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| As winners they stood on the battlefield
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| Can you hear the call of the North star
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| Feel its longing in your heart
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| This bound is eternal
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| Sworn through blood
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| At the end we will stand as one!
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| Even if the daylight dies
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| Our horde marches on and on If we should fall down to the ground
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| We"ll rise again and never give up!
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| Run away yo u cowards
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| We turn our backs on you
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| The shame that now stains your name
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| Will only brighten our glory
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| Those who fight till their last breath
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| And fall with honour
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| Their names and deeds shall live forever
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| Never to be forgotten
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| No axe stayed in your weak hand
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| No shield protected you from the blows of enemies
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| Get out of our sight
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| The war has no need for traitors
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| Can you hear the call of the North star
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| Feel its longing in your heart
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| This bound is eternal
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| Sworn through blood
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| At the end we will stand as one!
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| Even if the daylight dies
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| Our horde marches on and on If we should fall down to the ground
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| We"ll rise again and never give up! |