Hiding in the shadows of the walls

Finding time to strike and go

Till your heart will stop to blood



Ambush the soldir at the gates

Silent victim of my hate

I'm berserching out of rage



Blood for the king of blood and steel for a throne of skulls

May your head beon your shouders

Till your sacred dawn



Bran cant forget the eyes of brother die

His hate that's growing stronger

But the cross burning inside



Run away from aburacum

All Roman's stendar's are few miles away

Run away and grab your honour

Stone , blood ,and pain you are strone you'll survive



One by one i'll tear you down

With my hands on putred ground

Run Bran run for Caledon

Crash the steel with bow and stone ....






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