The Warlord weaves his web of fear.
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Each man receives his faith of share.
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A blood-red sun is the warriors shield.
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The eagle scans the battlefield.
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From a beautiful dark past,
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when the Earth was young and pure.
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We'll go into a disgraceful future,
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where everything we own is lost.
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But we are the Sons of the New Dawn.
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Under the sign of the hammer,
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we'll take back what us belongs,
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warriorsouls longing for revenge.
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We are guided by the Warlord,
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so comrades take up your shields.
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And raise your swords high to the sky,
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for we will rule the battlefields!
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Just like Autumn dies and Winter follows,
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our Winter is beyond.
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Let's rebuild our dynasty,
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with pagan souls and immortal beauty.
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Fight, my warriors fight.
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Fight for the heathen pride.
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Hail, my warriors hail.
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And don't let this mission fail.
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Remember, death is the element we do not fear.
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Stand strong with pride, and never surrender.
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My mighty warriors, our empire is near.
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For we do accept the rules of nature.
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Ooh, magnificent Gods of War;
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let us be victorious.
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And may we find our paradise
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in the eternal spheres of ice.
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For we are the Sons of the New Dawn.
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Hailing under the sign of Mjollnir.
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we will rebuild our dynasty.
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Young and strong, to infinity!
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Sons Of The New Dawn
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| Cirith Gorgor |
