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Bleeding your king is on his knees

Conquered in defeat

All succumb to me... for tyranny

The fate he has chosen

Shall be forced upon your people

He should have chosen his words wiser

Marching on in tight rows

To the battle for your lives

This hallowed ground has been chosen

For this fight

By the ancient codes of war

The line has been drawn... in the sand

Many men shall perish on this day

Beasts of men, with strength of gods

Baptized in the fires of conflict

Death attained on the battle field

May be received as the greatest glory...

Blessed by the priests of this holy land

With the love of gods in my heart

And the strength of steel in my hands

May all your men be slaughtered