In hundred days they sailed Towards grandious battles far away With swords of coldest black steel Bitter at heart and with eager to kill Awaiting Blackheims last command To strike at distant enemyland They set their course by the northern stars A voyage on the desolate darkblue seas A land appeared in the horizon far They reached the shores colder than their own A whiteout wasteland unknown to time And nature arts of mother earth Raise your sword by the sentinels battlehorde Raise your sword for Blackheim the ravenlord All the way from the highest north They came to conquer the southern seas To spill the blood of their enemies To set their lands in ruins The ravenlord
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