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Mountains engulfed by darkness

Campfires blazing in the night

Ten thousand warriors gathered

The fires their only light

Now let the sacrificial blood flow

To appease the war gods

A great battle is at hand

We must fight against the odds

The enemy awaits us

Ahead lies victory or death

Steel cuts through flesh

Breathe your last breath

Blood flows everywhere

The woods are turning red

Spears fly and hammers clash

My sword severs your head

Force of life and omen of death

Blood colours my sword red

We find glory on this battlefield

Where so many fought and bled

Once every man must die

If not by the spear by old age

Worthy are only honour and pride

So on the battlefield I rage

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