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Dark armies mass upon the hill
Men tremble at the sight
Last hope to hold the city
Together, they fight

Forty-to-one, all hope will be lost
defensive line, soon will be crossed
They'll move on, once they've had their fill
Maidens they'll pillage and men they will kill

Try as they may, their's no way to win
Army of darkness takes all
Wiping out enemies to resurrect them
By hand of darkness, worlds will fall

Forty-to-one, all hope is lost
defensive line has been crossed
Time to move on, they've had their fill
city they've looted and children they've killed

Army of darkness grows by the day
nothing can stand in their way
Unstoppable horde crushes all
armies of man will soon fall

Man on a horse rides into battle
holding a shield and a spear
Ninety-nine men follow behind him
each with blue eyes and white beards

One hundred stand, all hope is not lost
into their lines, they will cross
They'll move on, once they've had their fill
Evil they'll vanquish, the darkness they'll kill

Army of Norsemen, make their stand
Many will fall by their hand
Unstoppable force crushes them all
Legion of darkness will fall

Impossible odds the heroes faced down
fighting off undead in rows
If they should fail, all will be lost
Might of the Norsemen is shown

Wave after wave, the battle drags on
testing the heroes' resolve
Weary from war, they persevere
as their small army dissolves

Four remain, the legion has lost
Norsemen should never be crossed
Time to move on, they've had their fill
evil they've vanquished, the darkness they've killed

Army of Norsemen, made their stand
legions were lost to their hand
The will of the Norse conquered all
Never forgotten, the heroes that fall