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Battlelore Sword S Song

to meet the steel Let it dance for you Feel the might Inside of you Raise your blade It's time to fight I heard the sword's song And it sang to me

cattle and slaughter your wives Under the darkness they shall arrive Hear the screams, prepare for war Black skin, sharp teeth, bestial eyes Perverted mind, there's

magic it's easy to hide In those caves full of remains Of fallen heroes who died by flames I won't fail, I have no doubt But my sword I'll hunt them dead

s tribe Shadowed flames shall breath again The fire of vengeance, the death infernal Too greedy and weak, too deep they are heading Aule's people the

Walls of Isengard Face the northern winds Carved black pillars Rising high up to the sky Arcane relic Crowned by the four peaks Feels the auturnn breeze

The northern winds Of baneful colds Forever night Of northern lights In the Elder Days Margoth's realm in Northern Waste Great threat to Arda's child

poison of the earth Remember your strength The mark of the bear The mark of the bear Huge part of their soul Cherish the life Yavanna's child