Before the grimmest enemy
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Cold rain whipping those proud faces
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Warcries raising their spirits
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Despising death as they rush forward
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Blood of the brothers drains to the ground
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Stirring up rage, giving the power
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Trampling the enemy with their feet
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Without fear they fight
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Can you hear the call of the North star
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Feel its longing in your heart
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This bound is eternal
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Sworn through blood
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At the end we will stand as one!
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Even if the daylight dies
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Our horde marches on and on
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If we should fall down to the ground
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We'll rise again and never give up!
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But for some it's all too much
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This honorable battle and bloodshed
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They flee like a swarm of craven rats
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Leaving their brothers to a certain death
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The last furious men
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They didn't fear death or pain
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They held up their swords and shields
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As winners they stood on the battlefield
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Can you hear the call of the North star
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Feel its longing in your heart
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This bound is eternal
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Sworn through blood
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At the end we will stand as one!
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Even if the daylight dies
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Our horde marches on and on
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If we should fall down to the ground
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We'll rise again and never give up!
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Run away you cowards
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We turn our backs on you
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The shame that now stains your name
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Will only brighten our glory
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Those who fight till their last breath
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And fall with honour
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Their names and deeds shall live forever
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Never to be forgotten
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No axe stayed in your weak hand
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No shield protected you from the blows of enemies
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Get out of our sight
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The war has no need for traitors
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Can you hear the call of the North star
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Feel its longing in your heart
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This bound is eternal
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Sworn through blood
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At the end we will stand as one!
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Even if the daylight dies
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Our horde marches on and on
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If we should fall down to the ground
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We'll rise again and never give up!
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Blood Is The Price Of Glory
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| Ensiferum |
