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When the day doth break |
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It shall not remember the night |
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Save for an ebon speck in the sky: |
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Our banner in the wind caught high! |
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Cravens wished they could forget, |
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Traitors tried to bury our fame - |
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But our true glory doth shine |
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Across the oceans of time... |
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Panthers of steel growl |
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As they approach the field - |
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Black Knights all around |
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Fight and know no retreat! |
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Proud and strong, warriors all, |
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The drum of thunder rolls - |
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High above the enflamed sky, |
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To victory or Valhalla it calls! |
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When we march to the front |
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It's not our weapons you should fear, |
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But the Devil himself who rides on our side! |
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We will laugh at each step, as we trample the foe! |
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Wherever we pass, castles shall fall and cities shall burn |
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And we laugh at each step, as we trample the foe! |
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When we return, you will know our songs |
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You will fear the point of our spears - |
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When the legionnaires enter the Fatherland |
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Hailed as victors, heroes returning at long last! |
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Panthers of steel growl |
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As they approach the field - |
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Black Knights all around |
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Fight and know no retreat! |
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Proud and strong, warriors all, |
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The drum of thunder rolls - |
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High above the enflamed sky, |
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To victory or Valhalla it calls! |
