| Deep into the heart of the battle they fought. |
| Covered on All sides as all converged on them, until the four could
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| No longer be seen. |
| as time passed i feared them lost, then
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| Slowly the armies separated, many were dead. |
| I saw the four
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| Each down on one knee, all stopped to watch and gaze
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| Upon them with a smile of victory before sending them into
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| The ground.
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| Then they rose together to make a final stand. |
| With their
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| Last bit of strength they raised their arms into the air pointing
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| Blood stained weapons to the sky. |
| They called upon the god
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| Of war and made ready to die. |
| But Odin would not call
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| Them this day to Valhalla, instead he sent thunder and
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| Lightning to strike the ground, bestowing upon them the
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| One gift every warrior lives in hope of — the berserker rage!
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| Now filled with that strength, the power of a thousand
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| Men was given them. |
| No longer mortal they were touched
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| By the gods. |
| This time when they took up the attack, men fell
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| Not by tens, but by hundreds, by thousands. |
| And when the
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| Smoke did clear, the four spoke the words and the masses
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| Answered the response of the warrior’s prayer.
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| Gods of war, I call you
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| My sword is by my side
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| I seek a life of honor
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| Free from all false pride
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| I will crack the whip
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| With a bold mighty hail
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| Cover me with death
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| If I should ever fail
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| Glory, Majesty, Unity
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| Hail! |
| Hail! |
| Hail! |