Can't you see what you have wrought here?
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Bloody battles will be fought here
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May the mountains rise against you
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May the orests block your path
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May your axes chip and shatter
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And know it is my wrath
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I would mount your head on bloody spears
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Outside your palace gates
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And watch as crows peck out your eyes
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And your cities are laid to waste
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Can't you see what you have wrought here?
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A curse on you and all your kin
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Bloody battles will be fought here
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Await your doom at empire's end
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May the rivers rush to drown you
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May the earth swallow your hosts
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May the winter's wolves surround you
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And rip the live from your throat
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Winter's Wolves
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| The Sword |
