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Swords and shields were driven into this ground

Your screams can still be heard in this field

Erased by the descent of the specters

And by the rise of the black legion

The lost souls of this hell roam the sea of fire

Destined for torment and pain forever

Ghosts of the vampire war haunt the battle

He sharpens his blade on his throne

Waiting for your rival to arrive

Gnashing its silver and hungry teeth

Sealing your army with enemy blood

Your swords are raised to the sky

Proclaiming the name of their leader

The war will come back to us

We'll be prepared to kill at twilight