| At the top of the hill, a legion of the unknown gathers
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| We stare into each others souls with malicious intent
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| All on the line, we charge
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| As it rages, seeming unlikely to cease
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| They all clash, knowing their fates
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| Arcane waves of energy flow through the air
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| Steel dips itself in blood
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| Here they all shall die with honour
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| The landscape now painted crimson
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| The sanguine liquid caressing the ground
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| No sign of sheathing, it rages on
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| Dusk approaches, limbs now ache
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| Death yearning to embrace our souls
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| Sons of the earth wage in a battle for the honour of ancients
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| The gods look down on us and smile with satisfaction
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| Songs will be sung around embers
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| Whispers in the night will accompany our feats
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| Moon light comforting our trek away from home
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| Stories told of all odysseys in the wake of victory
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| For it shall be told
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| Here, in faraway lands
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| Blood was split
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| Fight with honour, they said
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| Die with dignity
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| Fate approaches blindly
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| Bound by blood
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| Through the endless night
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| They send us off
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| To meet our gods |