Death, blood, violence, death
Everyone eventually
will stop drawing breath
And the sleep comes to all
Eternal and quiet
We lay in these halls
Waiting, still waiting
For our descendants to call
For when they most need us
We'll rise from this grave
And march forth to battle
Their young lives to save
We'll make our way out
With our axes and swords
Though long we have slept
Now we march forth to war
To cleave heads from necks
And to shed the foe's blood
This day shall be won
As we knew that it would
The enemy will cower
And flee to his home
He'll hide away there
And no more will he roam
Death, blood, violence, death
Our enemies fallen
They sleep without breath
As we were, now they are
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 5:14 AM UTC
Death, blood, violence, death
Everyone eventually
will stop drawing breath
And the sleep comes to all
Eternal and quiet
We lay in these halls
Waiting, still waiting
For our descendants to call
For when they most need us
We'll rise from this grave
And march forth to battle
Their young lives to save
We'll make our way out
With our axes and swords
Though long we have slept
Now we march forth to war
To cleave heads from necks
And to shed the foe's blood
This day shall be won
As we knew that it would
The enemy will cower
And flee to his home
He'll hide away there
And no more will he roam
Death, blood, violence, death
Our enemies fallen
They sleep without breath
As we were, now they are
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