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Betwixt Shield and Sword 01:49
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betwixt shield and sword a heart forlorn the coming of plague the foe filleted you must submit sentenced to the crypt your mail has failed you were never prepared death comes quick for you in an instant yeah the battle field is wet and the corpse they do stink and the steel chain links rendered useless in a blink the size of your army shrinks your kingdom is extinct betwixt shield and sword there is eternal war you will be mauled and gored disemboweled by the sword death rides horses horde sharpened steel is cold pierces flesh with force nothing left but a corpse
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Castle Spire 02:49
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I clean off my blade as it exits supple flesh this is a war of pride yeah I'll die for my crest war is like a game and I play it just like chess I strategize in secrecy you'll never know what's next I ride towards the opposition with death on my mind if death does come for me my trust steed is at my side and my armour is thick you couldn't pierce it with a pole beware of our defenses they will take your soul I see the enemy arriving from the castle spire the situation dire embrace the fire of war the sun the stars will fall my wake it quakes the earth it shakes make no mistake your life I will take effigies of lost souls your head on a stake notoriously ruthless yeah I never show mercy effortless evisceration and pure execution defile opposing kingdoms leave them in destitution the onslaught was so fierce that their soldiers disillusioned
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Outnumbered 02:11
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600 spears 500 bows in formation many rows 200 knights and a thousand swords oathsworn for brutal war 10 trebuchets and a battering ram strategies and battleplans 5 tacticians and a tattered map leading the enemy into a trap archers, loose! cavalry, charge! forward, march! we are going to rip your army apart! 25 castles smashed in a week break their walls and loot their keep fighting a war on 15 fronts our armour is bloody our weapons are blunt they're outnumbered 10 to one the battle is done before it's begun one last victory to obtain then begins my terrible reign
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Spellforge 03:27
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in the misty mountains where seldom any tread crafting epic blades for slaying the undead solitary blacksmith toils at his station weaving magick alloys and engraving incantations everturning waterwheel cranks the furnace pedal forging mighty weapons of consecrated metal molten silver molds alight with fires blue ancient smelting hammer strikes the anvil true
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