From EncyclopAtys
A song for the Rangers. Let us fight the Kitin untill our last breath!
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Broadswords swing and Magic flashes
Burn the enemy to ashes
Magic bursts forth from your core
Fight the Kitin til they are no more
None to loose and all to gain,
Fight to take these lands back again!
Sound the horn and call the cry!
How many of them can we make die!?
Follow orders, as you're told
Let us spill their yellow blood
Fight until you die or drop
A force like ours is hard to stop
Close your mind to fear and pain
Your fight today won’t be in vain
Let not a single beast pass by!
How many of them can we make die!?
Guard your friends and loved ones good
Send the insects to their doom
We will teach them the ways of war
They won’t dare come here no more
Use your shield and use your head
Fight untill the last beast‘s dead
Raise the flags up to the sky!
How many of them can we make die!?
Dawn is breaking, the time soon comes,
March with us to the sound of drums
We will win the war and pay the toll
We fight united in heart and soul
Whether with magic or the sword
To fight for our lands, that’s our word!
Sound the horn and call the cry!
How many of them can we make die!?
Magic flashes, broadswords swing,
Hear all soliders voice now sing
Courage grows within our core
Fight the Monsters til they are no more
Whether with magic or your sword,
To win this day, that is your word!
Sound the horn and call the cry!
How many of them can we make die!?
Sound the horn and call the cry!
How many of them can we make die!?
How many of them can we make die!?
How many of them can we make die!Lylanea Vicciona, Bard of the Four Lands
OOC Info: This is inspired by and based on "March of Cambreatdh", by Heather Alexander.
