| Aeons ago the legends tell we rode onward
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| Led astray by the northern chaos gods
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| Calm before the storm we came from the north.
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| Horses roamed in the open landscapes
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| The scald sang to their kings
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| Only he who battle wins
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| The scald sang to their kings
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| Let the battle be fought to be won
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| Tremble with fear for the banner of our kings
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| War now calls heed to the battle
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| Hear our swords clinging in the wind
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| Men cast from their saddles horses roar and scream
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| Descendants of wrath and the kingdoms of fear.
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| The might we possess burn like fire
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| The will remain in our northern hearts.
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| More scalps to be won — an eye for an eye
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| Aeons ago the legends tell we rode onward
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| Led astray by the northern chaos gods
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| One by one by the northern tribe you fall
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| One by one. |
| die by the strongest of them all
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| Still theres only greatness sunged to those who fell
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| Who battled strong to win these wars.
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| One by one we took your lives
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| Grey mist swirl across the meadows.
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| Where battles once ruled the steps
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| Where the ancient armours of bronce.
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| Are buried and corroded by time
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| Strong were those who won the war.
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| And the legends tell only of wrath
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| As brothers of the northern tribes.
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| They guarded the borders of chaos
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| We leave these Battlefields ground…
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| Red were the rivers of blood
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| Unforgotten by the ones…
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| Born of strenght and glory
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| Tremble with fear for the banner of our kings
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| War now calls heed to the battle
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| Hear our swords clinging in the wind
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| Men cast from their saddles horses roar and scream |