| Battleaxe, sworde of steele
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| Hammer, bow and an iron pride
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| Out of the twilight I returne prepared to strike
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| In the darkest realm, where the faithe is lost
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| and the falseness reigns
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| A storme shalle arise
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| To rake the fire and burn the chains
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| Warrior- Knight of the storme
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| Warrior- Ready to strike
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| Warrior- Lead by the oathe
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| Warrior- For fighting I was borne
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| Many battles won, stronger from fighte to fighte
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| Burning enemies
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| Fire, nighte after nighte
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| Fieldes are shining red
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| Skulls and bones throughout the lande
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| The storme of victory
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| Hath been laid into barbaric hands
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| Warrior- Knight of the storme
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| Warrior- Ready to strike
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| Warrior- Lead by the oathe
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| Warrior- For fighting I was borne
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| When I fall in honour, pride and glory
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| And sworde in hande
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| The spirit shall live on forever in the hallowed lande
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| Warrior- Knight of the storme
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| Warrior- Ready to strike
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| Warrior- Lead by the oathe
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| Warrior- For fighting I was borne |