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Join the raid!
Written by: Herenicus, Lord Coldraven
Date: Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011
Addressed to: The City of Mhaldor
Mhaldor to the gate!
War awaits! Steel your hate!
Listen as you're told!
Uncontrolled, armies fold!
Viceroys roaring, "Get in line!"
Glory's waiting, yours and mine!
Hurry and enlist!
Raise your fist and resist!
Quit that damn Chalet,
Time to slay bigger prey!
Let your father's faith remind,
And return his faith in kind!
Join the raid! Join the raid!
Grab your blade! Lend your aid!
Join the raid!
Hear the drums of battle!
Make beef from cattle,
With the legion that'll,
Soon invade!
They're afraid! Men unmade!
Come crusade! Debts are paid!
Join the raid!
See Mhaldor warring!
Her dragons soaring!
And She'll stand and fight,
Until we die or win the raid!
Mhaldor to the gate!
Don't debate! Pull your weight!
Charge into their lair!
Foes beware! Say a prayer!
Throw your soul spear, run them through,
Do what a Messiah'd do!
Soldiers of the West,
Beat your breast! Do your best!
Fight them tooth and nail,
Never fail, we'll prevail!
Make the Lords take note of you,
And to Red and Black be true!
(chorus)
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 573 AF.
Join the raid!
Written by: Herenicus, Lord Coldraven
Date: Tuesday, August 2nd, 2011
Addressed to: The City of Mhaldor
Mhaldor to the gate!
War awaits! Steel your hate!
Listen as you're told!
Uncontrolled, armies fold!
Viceroys roaring, "Get in line!"
Glory's waiting, yours and mine!
Hurry and enlist!
Raise your fist and resist!
Quit that damn Chalet,
Time to slay bigger prey!
Let your father's faith remind,
And return his faith in kind!
Join the raid! Join the raid!
Grab your blade! Lend your aid!
Join the raid!
Hear the drums of battle!
Make beef from cattle,
With the legion that'll,
Soon invade!
They're afraid! Men unmade!
Come crusade! Debts are paid!
Join the raid!
See Mhaldor warring!
Her dragons soaring!
And She'll stand and fight,
Until we die or win the raid!
Mhaldor to the gate!
Don't debate! Pull your weight!
Charge into their lair!
Foes beware! Say a prayer!
Throw your soul spear, run them through,
Do what a Messiah'd do!
Soldiers of the West,
Beat your breast! Do your best!
Fight them tooth and nail,
Never fail, we'll prevail!
Make the Lords take note of you,
And to Red and Black be true!
(chorus)
Penned by my hand on the 19th of Valnuary, in the year 573 AF.