Lyrics: The battlefield is red with gore Two of our knights are at death's door The queen is clad in plate armor Countless enemies fell to her sword Side by side she stands with the wizard Who wields the powerful staff of vril Loyal hound by his side Powerful magick cuts through steel The legions of the chaos gods Will not terrorize our mighty land Holy crusade to vanquish evil Another victory is at hand Enemy general is outnumbered Calling for aid he sounds his horn But the sound is quickly muffled As an arrow goes through his skull The ground quakes as enemy trolls March on forward wielding clubs Obliterating many soldiers Crushing bones and plate armor Houndmaster wizard channels his mana Into a powerful fire spell Trolls are struck by fire magick And one by one they are felled By spell and sword We are gonna kill them all Spilling their blood We are gonna win this war Enemy cavalry enters the grounds Wielding spears they start the charge Impaling our soldiers, piercing armor They are trying to turn the tides Suddendly the battlefield echoes With a very familiar sound Magick dragon with purple scales Flying towards the battleground Enemy cavalry quickly retreats As the dragon lets out a roar Their legions are engulfed in flames Under the purple banner we win the war By spell and sword We are gonna kill them all Spilling their blood We are gonna win this warmore

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