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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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