| A heavy silence reigns all around
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| The blare of trumpets will shake the ground
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| Let our whetted swords drink the battle wine
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| Let our war cries raise the spirits high
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| Let our arrows fly and blot out the sun
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| With bated breath, welcome death
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| Calm before the Storm
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| The wait is long while standing still
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| Hearts will pound with the clang of steel
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| Let our whetted swords drink the battle wine
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| Let our war cries raise the spirits high
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| Let our arrows fly and blot out the sun
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| With bated breath, welcome death
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| Calm before the Storm |