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Horns resound

Dark forces gather 'pon the ridge

.under the banner of darkness we ride

The blackest of flame within heart

Hand to hilt

See sword raised

Breaching flesh and barricades

Blackened hordes

'Pon battlefield stand

With violence heed the dark command

Relentless charge

With phosphorus hate

The flames of war illuminate

To war devout

Berserkers dispatched

Harbingers of wrath

March as one

In unison force

Our thirsting blades show no remorse

Dinted helm

We soldier on

There's plenty of skulls to be won

Raise the spear

Rear the axe

Dismantle all that's still intact

Sound battle cry

Blood be spilled

In hearts of man fear is instilled

Stack the bodies

Light the flames

The stench of death exhilarates

Minor wounds

We perservere

To weakness we never adhere