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Before the walls come crumbling

 Down around our feet;

 Before the empires fall

 And Hell enslaves the free;

 Before our time runs out

 The spells must soon be cast;

 We'll raise the banners high

 And storm the gates at last.

 Tonight we fight.

 The Norns decide our fate.

 Fight well in Hell!

 Open the Gates!

 This night the Gates of Hell

 Come crashing to the ground.

 The sword Excalibur

 Was lost but now is found.

 Arthurs does rise again,

 The Dragons Lord of old.

 Just like the Bards have said

 In all the tales they told.

 Tonight we fight.

 The Norns decide our fate.

 Fight well in Hell!

 Open the Gates!