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<p><b>New page</b></p><div>'''Battlecall''' is an original song written by [[THL]] [[Finnbjorn Skeggason]] and [[THL]] Kit Hackforth. It has since become a popular song in [[Lochac]]. It was originally published in the Blessed Herman Bonfire Songbook. <br />
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<big>'''Lyrics:'''</big><br />
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<br> Long years ago I fought in the wars <br />
<br> No matter the king, no matter the cause <br />
<br> I bled my times for the promise of gold<br />
<br> I never thought I’d grow old<br />
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<br> ''Now my sword is old and is rusty''<br />
<br> ''My shield it hangs on the wall''<br />
<br> ''My helmet is dented and dusty''<br />
<br> ''No more do I heed the battlecall''<br />
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<br> The northmen came raiding for gold and for slaves <br />
<br> Striking like lightning from over the waves<br />
<br> For a handful of silver I defended gods town,<br />
<br> That day I won coin and renown<br />
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<br> ''Now my sword is old and is rusty''<br />
<br> ''My shield it hangs on the wall''<br />
<br> ''My helmet is dented and dusty''<br />
<br> ''No more do I heed the battlecall''<br />
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<br> I’ve fought in the front lines and led great companies <br />
<br> In battles at home and far over the sea<br />
<br> I dreamed of the fighting I lived for the kill<br />
<br> Some nights now I dream of it still<br />
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<br> ''Now my sword is old and is rusty''<br />
<br> ''My shield it hangs on the wall''<br />
<br> ''My helmet is dented and dusty''<br />
<br> ''No more do I heed the battlecall''<br />
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<br> My hair has turned silver my arms have grown frail, <br />
<br> Too weak now to lift up my old shirt of mail<br />
<br> The clamour of battle still rings in my ears<br />
<br> Old age was the one thing I feared<br />
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<br> ''Now my sword is old and is rusty''<br />
<br> ''My shield it hangs on the wall''<br />
<br> ''My helmet is dented and dusty''<br />
<br> ''No more do I heed the battlecall''<br />
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<br> The young men are leaving to fight a new war <br />
<br> Brave banners are flying and battlecries roar<br />
<br> I’ll muster my strength and I’ll steady my breath <br />
<br> And march one last time into death<br />
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<br> ''Now my sword is old and is bloody''<br />
<br> ''My shield is battered and torn''<br />
<br> ''The dents in my helmet are mighty''<br />
<br> ''One last time I heed the battle call'' <br />
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<br> ''Now my sword is old and is bloody''<br />
<br> ''My shield is battered and torn''<br />
<br> ''The dents in my helmet are mighty''<br />
<br> ''One last time I heed the battle call''<br />
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<br> ''One last time I heed the battle call''</div>Merry Otter