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Expecting, the enemy

As soon, as daylight

No fear, no doubts

Clear mind, readiness

Ready your shields

Hold the line

First arrow, flies by

War shouts, across the field

Don’t move, stay put

Let them, come to us

War!

War!

Men gather round

Time to spill some blood

The cowards, are fleeing

Abandoning, their men

The gods, have smiled

On us

Ready your shields

Hold the line

We are not afraid of death

We will fight till the bitter end

Our only wish is

To die with honour

War!

War!

Men gather round

Time to spill some blood