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Rotten bodies arise from the dust

from the deepest darkness

black shapes attempt to fight

with the flame of the dragon

and the screams of battle

we march, we fight

a new day arise beyond

we cry to the blood-red sun

stone and dust, blood and bones

we march

for the honour of the fallen

we fight

we meet again in the battlefield

we march, we fight

just few will return

At the light of the blood-red sun

through the dust just few will be back.