Jesse
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This is madness. Lead our people back before it is
too late. You will only lead us to our doom.
You, the weakling; you who always try to keep us from
our glory; to you I say-
Hearken to the voices! Move with the war drums!
Fill with the bloodlust and watch the bodies fly!
Gather all the forces! Gather all of our sons!
Feel the battle raging under the blood-stained sky!
The spirits have left us! They will not bless us this
day! To go to war is foolish; we will all be dead soon.
Whimpering witch! Look at the endless tide before you!
We need no spirits to help us. Axe and hammer will
satisfy our thirst this day! Indeed to you I say-
Hearken to the voices! Move with the war drums!
Fill with the bloodlust and watch the bodies fly!
Gather all the forces! Gather all of our sons!
Feel the battle raging under the blood-stained sky!
The crazed chieftan was sure of victory. At the end
of the day his head rests on a pike. In the following
retreat, and old sage gathers the living remnants.
Hearken to my voice! Gather all the children!
The chieftan has fallen! He made the wrong choice!
Gather all the forces! Gather all of our sons!
The bloodlust has faded! Perhaps a victory really was won.
too late. You will only lead us to our doom.
You, the weakling; you who always try to keep us from
our glory; to you I say-
Hearken to the voices! Move with the war drums!
Fill with the bloodlust and watch the bodies fly!
Gather all the forces! Gather all of our sons!
Feel the battle raging under the blood-stained sky!
The spirits have left us! They will not bless us this
day! To go to war is foolish; we will all be dead soon.
Whimpering witch! Look at the endless tide before you!
We need no spirits to help us. Axe and hammer will
satisfy our thirst this day! Indeed to you I say-
Hearken to the voices! Move with the war drums!
Fill with the bloodlust and watch the bodies fly!
Gather all the forces! Gather all of our sons!
Feel the battle raging under the blood-stained sky!
The crazed chieftan was sure of victory. At the end
of the day his head rests on a pike. In the following
retreat, and old sage gathers the living remnants.
Hearken to my voice! Gather all the children!
The chieftan has fallen! He made the wrong choice!
Gather all the forces! Gather all of our sons!
The bloodlust has faded! Perhaps a victory really was won.
