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Through the waves, into the horizon
Day by day the winds are rising
To the unknown shores of the east
Flash in the night
New land in sight
Say your last prayers
Prepare to strike
Serkland
In the land of Saracens
Siege
Fear the heathens raging
Thunder
Towards the golden eastern lands
There's no turning back
Serkland
In the land of Saracens
Siege
Fear the heathens raging
Thunder
Towards the golden eastern lands
There's no turning back
80 strongholds are fallen
Desert land in blazing sunlight
Glowing gold, keen blades are shining
Bearings at the shores of the east
Flash in the night
New land in sight
Say your last prayers
Prepare to strike
Shield breaking shield
In the play of Hild
Young hater of
The serpent's bed
Serkland
In the land of Saracens
Siege
Fear the heathens raging
Thunder
Towards the golden eastern lands
There's no turning back
Serkland
In the land of Saracens
Siege
Fear the heathens raging
Thunder
Towards the golden eastern lands
There's no turning back
80 strongholds are fallen
Serkland stormed by Pagans
Scimitars crash on sword blades
Serkland
In the land of Saracens
Siege
Fear the heathens raging
Thunder
Towards the golden eastern lands
There's no turning back
Serkland
In the land of Saracens
Siege
Fear the heathens raging
Thunder
Towards the golden eastern lands
There's no turning back
80 strongholds are fallen
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