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A thunder of war roared through the sky, as the armies ran towards each other. |
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Bone-breaking blows of warhammers. |
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Shields crushed, steel broke, flesh torn apart. |
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Gut-ripping strokes of foul swords fell. |
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Impaled by spears, blood spitting dying. |
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Pierced by arrows on the blood drenched fields. |
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The penetrating stench of death. |
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More enemy forces leapt out of the hills, overwhelming our flanks. |
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But then our captain rose the banner and screamed, "you'll fight to the end, don't fear no defeat!" |
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And now new strength was found, the turn in the fight. |
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As a falcon shrieked and pierced the sky above. |
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Into amazement, the enemy fell. |
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Our flanks reformed and we fiercely charged again. |
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Yes, once again a furious warcry filled the sky. |
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The glorious falcon, our victory is near. |
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With our captain in the frontline, holding the banner of the falcon up high. |
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And so we charged on to fight, with the swing of the blunt battle axes and the reaping halberds. |
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The terrifying screams of our enemies, now brutally slaughtered at will. |
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In the frenzy, fair young men left with shattered faces and strong heroes' arms left dismembered. |
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That was the price of our victory. |