Lords of fighters, king of the field
There is no stopping, see him and yield
No price to pay but death
See him raging, 'til your last breath
No price to pay but death
Master of spear, axe, sword and mace
If you'll survive, it's by his grace
The only price is death
His domain the width and the lenght
To which he can his wartools extend
No one is equal, he is supreme
Lord of chaos, his wrath is extreme
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