The full moon rises above our cryptic land
A night as still as death
We set sail towards foreign lands
To honour a tyrant
We fight for what is theirs
Bloodstained steel held by
A horde who show no fear
As we reach the shores
I hear her shrieks, her cries, her moans
At the cryptic waterfalls
This is the eve of battle
We fight for what is theirs
Bloodstained steel held by
A horde who show no fear
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