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In that valley many men rode… towards certain death

Guided by their leaders with fury in the heart… they brandished their swords

The armies collided with screams of fury… a lot of blood was spilled

Many bodies fell on the battlefield… the vultures flew in the skies

The valley contains death and power

Where the dead can ride again

In the brita valley the spirits of warriors will rise

Specters of death wielding their broken swords

After the massacre of the enemy hordes… bodies were left on the ground

The stench of death infested the field… now a damn place

The sound of battle, the clang of steel... Echoed in the afterlife

Many swear the valley is haunted... Bloody memories of the past