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Forever they fight by our side, hear the voices of those who have died
Hear the voices of those who have died, for soon we shall return to fight once more
We wear the blood of death upon our shield, with swords held high, speak the names you ve heard from ancient lore
of the men who fought and the seas they ve sailed
one by one they fall from the raining sky
With swords held high, look to the black horizon for there we shall ride, we wear the blood of death upon our shield
forever they fight by our side
with swords held high
We gather on the hill that bears the sign, one by one they fall from the raining sky
Hear the voices of those who have died, of the men who fought and the seas they ve sailed
We gather on the hill that bears the sign, with swords held high
in battle we fight by their side
we gather on the hill that bears the sign
across the ancient bridge our spirit shall fly
Hear the prophet speak and weave his tales, we wear the blood of death upon our shield
Hear the prophet speak and weave his tales, with swords held high, darkness breaks the sky at the edge of time
With swords held high, as the hammer strikes we sound the horn
with swords held high
we gather on the hill that bears the sign
forever they fight by our side
threw the crimson gates we pass once more
with swords held high
across the ancient bridge our spirit shall fly
With swords held high, hear the voices of those who have died
Forever they fight by our side, darkness breaks the sky at the edge of time Held, threw the crimson gates we pass once more
With swords held high, as the hammer strikes we sound the horn
across the ancient bridge our spirit shall fly
ancient voices from the past hear them cry
We wear the blood of death upon our shield, we wear the blood of death upon our shield
Ancient voices from the past hear them cry, hear the prophet speak and weave his tales
One by one they fall from the raining sky, hear the voices of those who have died
In battle we fight by their side, with swords held high
Speak the names you ve heard from ancient lore, one by one they fall from the raining sky
For soon we shall return to fight once more, across the ancient bridge our spirit shall fly
Ancient voices from the past hear them cry, look to the black horizon for there we shall ride
With swords held high, hear the prophet speak and weave his tales Realm, darkness breaks the sky at the edge of time
Look to the black horizon for there we shall ride, with swords held high, follow the seas of sorrow past the great divide
Hear the prophet speak and weave his tales, with swords held high, across the ancient bridge our spirit shall fly
Hear the voices of those who have died, hear the voices of those who have died
Hear the prophet speak and weave his tales, for soon we shall return to fight once more Swords, follow the seas of sorrow past the great divide
Look to the black horizon for there we shall ride, in battle we fight by their side
look to the black horizon for there we shall ride
Hear the prophet speak and weave his tales, across the ancient bridge our spirit shall fly, with swords held high
Of the men who fought and the seas they ve sailed, with swords held high
Our horses mark the ground of the battle field, forever they fight by our side
ancient voices from the past hear them cry