Battle cry

Wake and stand.

Rise the dead.

Burry the living.

 

We who have our will

Wil use our blades

and pierce through.

 

Turn all darkness into your property.

For the gods are crying and the devils smiling.

 

Let all waves become my shield.

Let all thunder become my sword.

 

And guide me, through the path of men.

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