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When blood was witness of carnages |
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When ashes and swords were the only words |
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Ancestral war supremacy |
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The need of a blood legacy |
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Gathered hordes in the name of honour |
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Proudly walk on their soils to defend her |
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Sky-raised swords and closed fists |
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Die for me, I'll die for you...war |
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Heart of legends, lungs of the lands |
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History is dawn with blood |
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His story will grow in blood |
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Children of warchants, sons of battledust |
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Children proudly walk on their soils |
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Prepare to defend family swords in hand |
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Such as vulgar carrions in dust |
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Kill enemy of misfortance...till dawn |
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Perish under my sword |
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My weapon is your lifejudge |
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Till my cry lust will fill my veins |
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I'll keep my fatherthrone not in vain |
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Against shadows or against gods |
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Till my strength will follow me |
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I'll keep higher the battlethone not in vain |
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But till justice be done |
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Blood is witness of carnage |
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Axes and swords rule this world |
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Ancestral war supremacy |
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Mighty celestial battlethrone |
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Fathersoil, ashesfields |
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Grow only family tears |
