Bloodred blades reflect the sun, shields are raised for war.
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The growling sound of rowing oar amplifies our screams.
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Now purest rage burns in the eyes of thousand man prepared for war!
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Sky¢¥s ablazed by arrow¢¥s flames, first rows¢¥s brought down to their knees!
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First blood dies the snowwite field, as the war starts bloody and fierce!
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50 dead on each side and the war rages on,
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as I hear the wheezy sound of arrows on the run!
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With every breath I take, I feel them coming closer now!
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Oden¢¥s birds apear at the sky
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and I know,
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soon all will be done!
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Oden's Rain
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| Witticism |
