In hundred days they sailed
Towards grandious battles far away
With swords of coldest black steel
Bitter at heart and with eager to kill
Awaiting Blackheim's last command
To strike at distant enemy land
They set their course by the northern stars
A voyage on the desolate dark blue seas
A land appeared ÂÂu00adin the horizon far
They reached the shores colder than their own
A whiteout wasteland unknown to time
And nature arts of mother earth
Raise your sword by the Sentinel's battle horde
Raise your sword for Blackheim, the Ravenlord
All the way from the highest north
They came to conquer the southern seas
To spill the blood of their enemies
To set their lands in ruins
The Ravenlord

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