Wolfheart - Storm Centre

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When the chaos and confusion take a breath
All there is to hear is silence
Ferocity and cruelty has come to cease
In a heartbeat ends all violence
Eye of the storm, ease inside of a disarray
For a blink of an eye discipline in disorder
Storm of swords, the gale of war
Soon unleashed upon us all
The breath of air transforming into a hurricane
A taste of dirt and bloody soil
The winds are returning
With a force immense and colossal
With haste we charge towards our fall
Despair, demise we leave behind
No honour in victory in this godless play of war
No disgrace in defeat, no dignity in death that awaits us all
Assault on all four fronts, surrounded
Growing weak and frail
Defense broken, enemy lines torn apart
Triumph by strength and gravest hearts
With haste we charge towards our fall
Despair, demise we leave behind
No honour in victory in this godless play of war
No disgrace in defeat, no dignity in death that awaits us all