To War
Bring up words, take up arms
strike out quick, strike out strong
To War, my brethren- To War
backed by none, backed by lords
clad in metal, clad in nil
conquer all, make them kneel
To War, my friends- To War, my kin
cut out hate, cut out sin
take 'em, hold 'em, strike 'em- dead
To War, To War, til all runs red
cut off heads, cut off limbs
take their jewels, take their rings
ride on horses, ride on steel
go to battle, make it real
To War, my friends- To War, my kin
To War, To War, with happy grin.
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