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Can you feel it? It’s close at hand

The silence of the beasts

Under black firmament

The way the dew sets on our steel

It is an omen of blood

And soon it shall be spilled

Morning rise on foreign shores

We know for many of us

This will be the last

The scent of battle in the mist

We have conquered this world

And now we take on death

POWER

RUSHING THROUGH MY VEINS

SOUND THE HORN

LET IT BEGIN

ONTO VICTORY

OR DEATH BY THE BLADE

ALL OUT

LET THE STEEL DECIDE

We face the foe on open field

They have got the high ground

But we’ve got what it takes

To stand as few against an army

Death is life

We are home

Only he, who faces death

Truly can cherish life itself

So let the steel judge over me

KILL AND BE KILLED

This is my destiny