Few in number but strong in heart We may not live to see the night But have not fear, into battle we ride The moon is gone, the day now dawns We crush the stillness and charge through the woods The day of the battle is born Horses scream, arrows fly Crows circle the sky We clash with our enemies onto the field Were not afraid to die Fallen men litter the ground More fall, onto the mounds So if we fall, we will be reborn We can never die We drive on our horses with madness and fury Defending our land with sword and bow The heat of the battle, melting the snow Now we fall, line by line But we charge onward, a bloody tide There is no fear, into battle we ride Horses scream, arrows fly Crows circle the sky We clash with our enemies onto the field Were not afraid to die Fallen men litter the ground More fall, onto the mounds So if we fall, we will be reborn We can never die Horses scream, arrows fly Crows circle the sky We clash with our enemies onto the field Were not afraid to die Fallen men litter the ground More fall, onto the mounds So if we fall, we will be reborn We can never die!
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