| The wind spreads rumors about the spirit...
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| The earth trembles from the sound of hooves.
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| Keep your bows ready
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| Warriors... Don't take your hands off your swords.
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| The wind spreads rumors about spirits...
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| The earth trembles from the sound of hooves.
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| Keep your bows ready
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| Warriors... Don't take your hands off your swords.
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| If you believe the intelligence, the horsemen are already close.
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| The fear of losing loved ones makes us take risks.
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| It's not about a fight, the hour of reckoning has come,
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| Victory is a matter of honor, brothers, put on armor.
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| Years have made legends about the inhabitants of our city.
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| We will not shame our ancestors in the name of a proud people.
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| The memory of magicians stores fragments of ancient spells.
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| Armor will not save enemies from magical messages.
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| The walls of these towers will withstand the onslaught of a thousand arrows.
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| The moats of the fortress will be saturated with hundreds of enemy bodies.
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| The curses of sorcerers will be broken by the power of prayer.
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| My people are not the type to fear battle.
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| The drumming of friendly clans will bring down the waves with thunder.
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| A volley of siege weapons will disperse the enemy crowds.
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| The rain will wash away the dirt, time will heal the wounds.
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| A tribe of wandering bards will tell about us in other countries
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| Armada against the armada in order to tame the adversary!
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| This battle will be sung in ballads and odes.
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| Will cover with dust the years of the annals of the chronicles,
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| About proud peoples, with such a breed the hammer will not break.
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| Brother for brother with a damask sword believing
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| Their cause is holy
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| And the enemy will be crushed by a growling roll in the rays of sunset to the sound of the tocsin.
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| Where beautiful tirades won't interrupt the bloody tornado.
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| After all, oaths were given to stand as rocks until the blades fell out of the hands.
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| Turning the grin into facial expressions.
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| In the ringing of stinging steel, blades and clubs,
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| People fell to the ground without going through this execution.
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| Each for his own faith,
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| Each with his own malice,
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| Each for his family, which they do not dare to touch.
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| Shame on the miserable ones who fled the battlefield in fear.
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| Praise to the brave heroes and the world turned to dust...
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| The wind spreads rumors about spirits...
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| The earth trembles from the sound of hooves.
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| Keep your bows ready
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| Warriors... don't take your hands off your swords.
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| The wind spreads rumors about spirits...
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| The earth trembles from the sound of hooves.
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| Keep your bows ready
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| Warriors... don't take your hands off your swords.
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| I know those who betrayed!
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| I know those who betrayed!
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| I believe!
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| I see fire in everyone who is nearby.
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| Hand in hand ready to protect what is precious.
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| Ring the bell.
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| The time has come,
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| Under the firmament, under one banner proudly,
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| A fraternal company will fight for its freedom.
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| How many heads are stacked, sins are prayed for.
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| The blood of the trampled fighters has been passed in droves.
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| Blood has been spilled on native lands.
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| In the light of the temples of the domes, we will not tolerate the enemy's shadow.
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| Let's take a loss!
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| Let's stay faithful to the faith!
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| True vows!
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| Faithful to the cause!
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| Forward boldly, with arrows in the body, brothers, for the sake of honor!
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| Know the strength of your ancestors with us!
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| Let's not back down!
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| Don't take your hands off the swords.
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| Warriors, keep your bows ready.
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| The wind spreads rumors about spirits...
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| The earth trembles from the sound of hooves.
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| Keep your bows ready
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| Warriors... don't take your hands off your swords.
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| The wind spreads rumors about spirits...
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| The earth trembles from the sound of hooves.
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| Keep your bows ready
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| Warriors... don't take your hands off your swords.
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| About spirits...
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| Warriors...
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| About spirits...
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| Warriors... |