Revenge Bittersweet
Ancient songs he used to sing
And tales of old he’d tell
Never did anything such a vibe bring
That you felt as under a spell
He brought us knowledge,
He taught us well
Alas, we now acknowledge
That we must bid farewell
Lament this loss, we shall
But we cannot afford to rest in sorrow
The guilty must be punished on the morrow
So hear me, hear me, one and all!
The horn will ring next morning!
And so we’ll end out mourning
So saddle up your steeds and armor don
We’ll ride with the first light of dawn
An army great they have,
And soldiers brave and strong
But not in our lands
Does this travesty belong!
Hail me brothers, and hail the king!
For death to infidels we have to bring
Their garments red, their crosses white
They poison homesteads like unholy blight
Ride my brothers, ride like wind!
May thunder be with you and storm on your hind
For ancient Gods we fight, fear our wrath
For all shall be crushed who dare cross out path
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