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Raise your spears to the sky

Suffer no pain when it's your turn to die

Fall but to rise once again

To defile your ancestors, murder your kin

The crawling chaos of old

Will course through your blood as it corrupts your soul

Eternal life is our prize

You'll see the Black Cauldron etched in our eyes

Armies of Arawn unite

The slaughter we serve, for The Death Lord we fight

Mute but swords tell our tales

Carved in our enemies' bones and entrails

The Cauldron Born is our name

Fall by her side and you'll become the same

One taste of her cast-iron will

Gives strength to the heart and the hand for the kill