In the sky a jetblack raven flies And deep below you can hear the cries Of ancient warriors locked in battle Swords strike hard and armours rattle The old gods watch from mountains high As brothers draw their last breath and die They were too bold, they did not know The dangers their final battle would hold So ride, now proudly into battle my friend The time has come to die for your kinsmen Kneeling down, their brothers pray That from their chosen path they will not stray To the golden halls, their final resting place They ride to fulfil their destiny Armies are sent into battle Endless wars for gold and glory Thousands sacrifice their lives At the behest of their kings Silhouettes of ghostly warriors Wander forever on a road to nowhere They did not find their way To the ancestral halls Kneeling down, their brothers pray That from their chosen path they will not stray To the golden halls, their final resting place They ride to fulfil their destiny Silhouettes of ghostly warriors They died for a cause not their own Corrupted, abandoned, defeated No skalds shall tell their tales In the sky a jetblack raven flies And deep below you can hear the cries No fires illuminate the endless night Death is theirs, unless they fight The old gods watch from mountains high As brothers draw their last breath and die To fight for the king is their only life To battle, to battle, this could be the last stride Death is like an infinite dream So embrace the final sleep Fight at your kinsmans side The time has come to die
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