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The price of Victory

Come storm the shores of Erangade
The castles great and grey,
Call to the princes, unafraid,
Their fleets are in the bay.

The rulers of the land will rise
Will wake to cries of war,
The battlefield before their eyes
the peace will reign no more.

Come hear the words of death and hate
They cry along the street,
All in anticipation wait
To hear of the defeat.

The ground now trembles from each blow
Each clash is sword on sword,
And with each step more blood will flow
Like rain from heaven poured.

Come see the shore where wounded lie
The mortals of the earth,
There in the waters, where they die
A life has lost its worth.

The arrows shot down from the wall
The archers felt no pain,
How many then of those who fall
Would never rise again.

Come tread the footprints in the mud
A soldier left behind,
His heavy sword smeared red with blood
His eyes from duty blind.

The battle lightning bringing down
A storm upon the earth,
Each ruler fighting for the crown,
Uncountable its worth.

Come see them standing, princes, lords
All clothed to kill and fight,
They hold with pride their bloodied swords
Believing they are right.

Yet at the ending of the day
The battlefield lay spread,
From every mountain to the bay
A graveyard of the dead.

Which ever born for victory
Would hold with trembling hands,
The crown that bears eternally
The blood of all the lands.
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