Outremer

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Outremer


Follow me legions, pray to our god 
Master of the highsword, command us in battle 
I am the patriarch, to the forces of might 

Free the land now 
From our enemies 
I pray for fortune 
And you will hear my call 
I can lead you 
Towards our victory 
We roam the plains 
In a forgotten realm 

I rule through religion, your fear is my power 
My crusade carries the sign of the burning sword 
The morning sun, gleams in my armour spikes 

Pray to the mighty god of war 
See a vision of a lonely horse 
If it's white my horde will cheer 
But if it's black we'll fail