| Battle follows battle
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| To the death to take the hill
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| Blackened leather warriors
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| The chill as steel meets steel
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| One survives by cunning
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| The other lives by might
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| The death defying warlords
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| By the firelight they fight
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| With the power of steel
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| They’re raiding our land
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| They’re marching from hell
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| With the devil as chief
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| In command!
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| The morning light meets fire
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| Still the warriors they kill
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| They’re pushing for the last attack
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| Upon the mighty hill
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| The brave know not of running
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| 'Till the last man they will fight
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| Just raise the steel up to the sky
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| And sound the battle cry
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| With the power of steel
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| They’re raiding our land
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| They’re marching from hell
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| With the devil as chief
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| In command!
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| Here ends the final battle
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| As the last defender fell
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| The proud and savage warriors
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| Have tread the path from hell
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| Battle scarred and weary
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| But the sword still strong in hand
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| Strong in their defiance
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| As they march across the land
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| With the power of steel
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| They’re raiding our land
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| They’re marching from hell
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| With the devil as chief
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| In command! |