| For our king, for our pride
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| To this battle we will ride
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| Let us charge with
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| Our swords in the sky
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| Aim for their heads
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| Make sure their hills are red
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| By our blades on this
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| Cold winters night
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| Seven days of freezing cold
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| Sleet, wind, and snow
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| Deep throughout the forest
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| Through the darkness we rode
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| The light of the moon will guide our path
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| The stars show us the way
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| We are warmed by the fire inside
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| The wants them to taste our blades
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| Iolas defend
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| This sacred ground of fire
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| (By magic and steel we will take Drakken Hill)
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| Guide your men tonight
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| You’ll need this alliance in the coming night
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| They surround Drakken Hill this night
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| (Prepare attack before the rising light)
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| Kings of past have given you the wings
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| (Now we charge for the rightful king)
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| Avenge the land on which I have bled
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| (Slaughter all make sure these hills are red)
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| Use magic of hero’s past to gain
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| Trust the ones who breathe the flame
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| Gather round the fire my men
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| The battle is near at hand
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| Today is the day we will
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| Take the sacred land
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| Betrayers ways now have torn
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| The oath of the flame
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| Ready your bows, axes, and swords
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| At dawn we make it rain
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| Iolas defend…
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| They surround Drakken Hill this night… |