Before the grimmest enemy
Cold rain whipping those proud faces
War cries raising their spirits
Despising death as they rush forward
Blood of the brothers drains to the ground
Stirring up rage
Giving them power
Trampling the enemy with their feet
Without fear they fight

Can you hear the call of the North Star?
Feel it's longing in your heart
This bond is eternal
Sworn through blood
At the end we will stand as one!
Even if daylight dies
Our horde marches on and on
If we should fall down to the ground
We'll rise again and never give up!

But for some it's all too much
This honourable battle and bloodshed
They flee like a swarm of craven rats
Leaving their brothers to a certain death
The last furious men
They didn't fear death or pain
They held up their swords and shields
As winners they stood on the battlefied

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Ensiferum - Blood Is The Price Of Glory