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The horn sounds A call to battle She grabs her sword Already wearing the armor of the royals Such an odd sight to behold The tall, pale woman Clad in royal battle armor Grey eyes and black hair Her big black dragon wings Armed to the hilt Her sword, her reliable friend Hilt with skulls Her favored weapon She heads to battle At the first blow of the horn She may be a Princess But is the best warrior on the field Even having the title of a berserker Her army always wins the battle Always wins the war She always defends the weak and defenseless Having taken that oath centuries ago Always fighting with dignity and honor Thi

The pale horse rides Yet passion exists Our home, the night Eyes that cry blood The wing beat of the undead With a baptism of blood It awakens and strengthens The shadows of our souls