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What god will you pray too? Which god will protect you? When beating drums draw closer, and distant trumpets sound louder

When lines form, When rains begin to pour. When banners appear, the end draws near,

The frozen mountains stand high, this battle is where we die. So stand your ground and raise your sword up high.

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Of battles fought, of wars won, Blood is spilt, the deed is done

Of oaths broken, of trusts betrayed, claim the throne, peace be made

Our walls strong, our men stronger, kings of old, be dwarfed by our power

Of throats cut, of brothers fallen, there names will never be forgotten

And to meet the enemy

The front line descends

My brother, My father those among the masses, those now dead

Over-whelming forces, the horde draws near

If i die today, i die sword high with a head in my hand

My brother, my father where now do they lie? Upon the battle feild or high in the sky.

They lived good lives they died for a king and now pray they're names the bards sing.

In they're name we shall slaughter, in they're name brothers drink

In they're name we shall raise our swords and the mugs of the gods clink.

But now we must fight for the enemy is here, fight to protect the realm. Until the sun raises from the moutains and grants us sleep.

We charge into battle, we break they're lines. The weakest of us are slaughtered, but the strong do survive.

Sharp steel cuts they're flesh, stone hammers crush they're bones. Flaming arrows burn the feilds, the vast plains that once were green

How fair your boots boy? are your tender muscles swore?

Well your journey has begun, your march to the hall of the gods

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