The Long March

I see the peasants fleeing north.

A sight I now know well.

For to the north is Lordaeron.

While to the south is bloody hell.

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It's their eyes that give the most away,

A window to souls hollow.

The column lingers, looking on,

But I bid the men to follow.

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To Stromgarde, Khaz Modan we march.

March for one and march for all.

In southern lands we'll join the fight.

It's there we'll stand or there we'll fall.

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The march is long, the march is hard,

It offers scant relief.

I wonder what drives on the men,

Is it duty or belief?

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Do they fight for banner, king and country,

Do some fight for the Light?

Is family within their mind,

As they sit by fire at night?

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We've now reached the lands of Stromgarde.

We stand atop a hill.

Nothing but death and desolation.

In land that's silent, still.

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The battle's further southward on,

We should reach it the next day.

We'll find our fellow men-at-arms,

And together, orcs we'll slay.

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Some know the end is coming.

They offer prayer up to the Light.

Others sharpen swords in silence grim,

Preparing for the fight.

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The next day we thus depart,

We march on as before.

For this is the way of our world now,

The way of bloody war.