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For Ironskull this field we light

Wait upon an enemy who hides

For our wrathful God we shall fight

Learn the debt we owe

Faithful work we do with all our might

For Carolus the King we here marched

Now standing straight for bullets to find us all

Waiting, oh waiting, still waiting

So that we may yet court her

She, Our Angel of Rightful Slaughter

Tired of our sins

God turns the heart of our King

To purge from us our lives so frail and thin

His heart now turned

God’s law is set to war

Grind down all lands, leave behind all pain and sin

Our defeat here at Napue we must now find

Our King’s heart bent and turned to throw us away

All prices we pay gleefully upon the field

Bloody the soil and shorten this grimmest day

So we fail

So we fall

Lost and done

On reddest day of Russian blade and gun

Few men truly stay mine

For me your work not yet done

The King’s forces fall, dwindle

His heart yet may melt away from war

Serve me:

To slaughter run

Carolus’s heart

Go rekindle

Bravest of men

How you fought to fall

Now stolen I weep for you

Captured and caught

My life unmoored

Undone from our shore

My heart calls to you

From Russian lands

I rise and retreat

Hasten home to my kin

Heed the King!

Feed the Angel!

Redeem our farmers’ tears and noble sin

Too much death at Napue we were brought

Ironskull’s heart bent to throw us away

Sin’s price at Napue I could not pay

Bloody that soil, long that grimmest day

Urged to more

I too turn

Back to war:

Empire

Sire

Fire