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Blasphemous chants against the gods threw us in the abyss of a curse 1000 thousand days of war and scorn will make us repent to be born no hope to flee from this jail but we can't die we shall not fail |
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Our fate is written swords and shield born to die on the battlefield [Chorus:] the curse has been cast no place to hide or flee we were named |
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WarBringers. |
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Now I remember ungraceful days taken as prisoners by the enemies |
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Under the fortress walls we will march |
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Our banners high again! "...then we took refuge in the woods with strange visions in our minds a great plan covered by enemies' heads until that moment I can't be dead." |