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Years of grief now have passed The waiting ends here on the battlefield Rabid our men prepare for the onslaught A fiery red gleams in their eyes Armours glimmer in beams of an icy sun Coats of arms arise in the distance In unison with the winds we assault With a roar of thunder at our side The plain is drowned in ecstatic cries As the hordes collide The front rows fall but legions follow up Maces hit their targets with anger The cavalry enters the warfare Horses are slain and whimmer in agony Swords slice through warm flesh and fibres And pierce the hearts of our enemies Hammers crush and blood spirts Battleaxes slay the remains The steaming battleground breathes death To venge our damaged beliefs And regain what once was ours The enemy now lies crushed Face down in its blood Our victory is great, our victory is here Aus Songtexte Mania