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They raise their fists into the sky
Many didn't suffice to bring the death to some of them
They prayed to gods they died with pride
Some of them sufficed to bring the death to all
Their swords drilled into their skull
The blades were hungry and now have to be sharpened
and freed from strange blood
which is precious for the clairvoyance
The barbarians prepare
to leave now
to get closer
to their aim
They raise their fists into the sky   Many didn't suffice to bring the death to some of them   They prayed to gods they died with pride   Some of them sufficed to bring the death to all   Their swords drilled into their skull   The blades were hungry and now have to be sharpened   and freed from strange blood   which is precious for the clairvoyance   The barbarians prepare   to leave now   to get closer   to their aim
 
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