Hiding in the shadows of the walls
Finding time to strike and go
Till your heart will stop to blood
Ambush the soldir at the gates
Silent victim of my hate
I'm berserching out of rage
Blood for the king of blood and steel for a throne of skulls
May your head beon your shouders
Till your sacred dawn
Bran cant forget the eyes of brother die
His hate that's growing stronger
But the cross burning inside
Run away from aburacum
All Roman's stendar's are few miles away
Run away and grab your honour
Stone , blood ,and pain you are strone you'll survive
One by one i'll tear you down
With my hands on putred ground
Run Bran run for Caledon
Crash the steel with bow and stone ....
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