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The winter Storm reels in The sky a blackened cloak Of clouds that bare our fate With sword and shield of oak Pools of blood abound Enhanced by the thunderous sound Of heavy metal clashing As death begins to surround But all is not lost We are tall and proud Raise your swords, brothers Raise your swords Let them know your might Show them how to fight Raise your Spears, Brothers Raise them high And let their wailing carry on Into the winters stormy sky Corpses litter the fields Snow begins to fall On a bloody, wretched ground We shall slay them all Blood soaked to the ground But our stories shall be profound Fight to y