| Brothers of war, we stand tall on the edge of our land
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| In this riverbed, we draw the line
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| Blood is thicker than this frozen water we stand upon
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| Ice beneath our feet, hellfire burns within
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| With bravery and valor
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| With hatred and rage
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| Our might lies not in numbers
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| Few against a legion
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| Few against the horde
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| With ferocious force, we go forth
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| With our steel, we strike them down
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| Blood paints the ground, red frozen soil
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| Crimson moon will rise, no silvery light
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| We strike them down to the red frozen ground
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| May the earth tremble as they march
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| And their arrows blacken the sky
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| Drain the strength from the fear
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| Burn with wrath, scorch and sear
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| Blood we’ll shed, apart we tear
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| With our steel, we strike them down
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| Blood paints the ground, red frozen soil
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| Crimson moon will rise, no silvery light
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| We strike them down to the red frozen ground |