A procession of soldiers march
through the
woods
vegeance is waiting to become true
the enemy's castle is there on the hill
a
monument to our victory
through time will
stand still
on the march!
Death is awaiting
our final day is
come
praying the gods we are ready to
die
make them hear our loud battle cry
battle is raging dead bodies
everywhere
boiling oil and arrows
tear down the castle walls
five days
under siege before our triumph
now another
battle awaits
another march for life
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