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Ten heavy feet walks the bloodsoiled ground |
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With rhythm these five warriors march |
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No matter how much the bleeding wounds |
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From enemy sword cuts, hurts to the bone |
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The revenge they sought was taken in blood |
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No mercy was showed, no mercy was showed |
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They ignore the pain that hammer like pounds |
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From falls off slain, horses to the ground |
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No signs of weakness, no signs of weariness |
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Not even a glimpse of remorse in their eyes |
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They slew men ruthless, fed the wolves with flesh |
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And now they leave this land side by side |
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Now they're headed home, five swordsmen who fought repentlessly |
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Their story will be told of five brave men endlessly |
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All sorrow is left for women to bare |
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The children cries, they'll live in fear |
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No man has spared, no house or farm remains |
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No Christian woman, their church consumed by flames |
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Their steel shines red with enemy blood |
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It sings of victory granted by the Gods |
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And as they return bleeding but proud |
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The horizon turns and the song is ringing loud |