With ten thousand spear
And ten thousand sword
In the glint of the sun
Reflecting the radiance
Marching over lands far from home
Through fields vast and over hills
In the golden meadows
Over rolling plains
The clouds darken over head
And thunder roars from the sky
In the voices of angry gods
Reigning down like fire
Standing over the battle plain
Tens of thousands in shining armour
Stedfast in their defiant stand
The Immortal host was never in doubt

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