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The Golden Halls are emptied, now it's time to fight.

Against a horde of the giants, we must endure this night.

For one lifetime we trained, it’s time to brace ourselves.

The duel of fates is upon us, our beloved to defend.

From the south they arrived

By our hand, they shall die

Hold the line - until the dawn.

Hold the line - spears towards the south.

The realm of men shall stand against all foes!

Chosen by the asagods, to defend the realm of men.

Our enemies march forward, the odds are one to ten.

But no fear in warriors eyes, only honor and pride.

With spears and shields in our hands, to decide our fate.

From the south they arrived

By our hand, they shall die

Cunning giants,

Try to sneak

upon us

But the night

won't hide them

We shall,

Exterminate

Hold the line - until the dawn.

Hold the line - spears towards the south.

The realm of men shall stand against all foes!

Hold the line!

Hold the line!

The realm of men shall stand against all foes!