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Proving Our MettleSee the flamesLight the sky As the false Come to war Bringing swords Of steel impure And with hearts Filled with deceit They come to fight us They invade our land Burning as they come But we will stand They think they can fight us They think they can win But where my brothers stand Will always be our land We stand and see their fear Draw swords as we wait Hammer sound as smiths work steel Blades sharpened, prepare to fight We are proving our mettle We walk through the flames We are made of metal We shall fear no pain They charge at us They break on our lines our swords cleave flesh their blood flows deep Though some will fall We will win the day Valhalla awaits The glorious dead |