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As the horn signs from mountains high

and the sound of black drums echoes from caverns deep.

A call to arms once more.

Yet in their eyes a battle so surreal.

To stand against an immortal enemy.

How to conquer time?

"Stand fast

raise your sword

bathe in splendour and valour.

Carve the path

besige al sides;

repentance exists no more.

Embrace the battle cry

hear it ring in the ears of your enemy.

Your last breath will be

the final kiss

upon this world."

Brave mortal me stood against the keepeblbbbbbbrs of time -

dragons of the black mountains.

Now covered with dust and bones the battlefield moans.

A legend sad and old that the winds carry away.