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Our honour |
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our pride |
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belongs to you |
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our swords |
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will kill for you |
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All who stand against us |
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are standing against you |
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escort us on our way |
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To win this battle |
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guide our swords and shields |
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We wade through |
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till the victory is ours |
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You are the one who ensures |
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that our men return home proudly |
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you make heroes out of them |
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for they die as heroes |
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You are the king the cherusker |
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standing over all kings |
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your strength is what we remember |
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you live in us for all times |
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The spirit of the swords |
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forged in pagan flames |
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execute our will |
