Invasion

Upon these mice we've set our sights,

These races of Four Lands.

The people Skaar, that's what we are,

Against us, none can stand.

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Races five, against we'll drive,

They're divided, we'll defeat.

With ghosts unreal, and our steel,

Already trolls we've made retreat.

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We give no quarter, hence the slaughter,

Next up is Paranor.

This is the way, like any day,

For the Skaar, our life is war.