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Silently we marched through forests and marshes. |
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Our arrows waiting on our bows. |
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My men, grim and prepared for the fight. |
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A pale army of soldiers, yes we're marching to war. |
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Advance to war, banners high, towards our destiny. |
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Advance to war towards our destiny. |
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With past battles on our minds, we wander towards the battlefields, the glorious battlefield. |
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And then we reached the treeline of the enchanting forest, and there on heather fields a grim battle was at hand. |
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Standing and gazing at the frontline of the battle. |
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A furious warcry filled the sky. |
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And although many have fallen and many will fall in this ancient battle. |
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Our captain blew on the horn and roared out loud, "At the tips of our swords they will only find death." |