Battlelore - Storm Of The Blades
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Rely on your strength

Rely on your wits

Dare to fail and

You are no use to me

There won't be a time

There won't be a place

Where I never could

End your days

The hour of the battle

The storm of the blades

Choosing the legends

The heroic names

Out from the shadows to fierce them all

To carry the signs of the warlord

Blood on your axe

Blood on your blade could be

Key to the life

You thought you won't see

Same to me if you will

Beg or if you'll cry

Fight for yourself

Or prepare to die

Blood on my axe

Blood on my blade

Gods of war will remember my name

For the battle and heat

For the victory feast

This is the finest day

As your king

I demand you to fulfill this task

Show us you are worthy

And return with honour and pride

In your heart

If you should survive

You can come back and

Claim your reward

Bring us victory and I will make sure

That you will regain your freedom

Once again

The hour of the battle

The storm of the blades

Choosing the legends

The heroic names

Out from the shadows to fierce them all

To carry the signs of the warlord