Silently we marched through forests and marshes.
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Our arrows waiting on our bows.
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My men, grim and prepared for the fight.
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A pale army of soldiers, yes we're marching to war.
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Advance to war, banners high, towards our destiny.
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Advance to war towards our destiny.
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With past battles on our minds,
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we wander towards the battlefields, the glorious battlefield.
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And then we reached the treeline of the enchanting forest,
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and there on heather fields a grim battle was at hand.
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Standing and gazing at the frontline of the battle.
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A furious warcry filled the sky.
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And although many have fallen and many will fall in this ancient battle.
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Our captain blew on the horn and roared out loud,
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"At the tips of our swords they will only find death."
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On The Eve Of Battle
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| Slechtvalk |
