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Witness
03:58
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I am he, Karsa Orlong, of the Teblor.
Watch me and gape, as I slay the children.
I was chosen by the faces in the rock, as leader of war, as bringer of death.
As the one to bring glory to the Teblor of this land.
So stand back and witness!
Witness!
We go forth. Bairoth Gild, and Delum Thord.
See them, follow. As I lead, dominant.
A war party of three that will bring them to their knees.
Be it the children of the valley or our tribal enemies.
None can withstand the fury of this whirlwind.
So stand back and witness!
Witness!
I am learning your lessons of civilization.
Man enslaving man, and monsters preying on children.
I will be the answer to unheard prayers.
Rip out and make you choke on your own pleasure.
Witness!
I have learned your lessons of civilization.
I will make an end to the age of cities.
Slavery will be dead, there shall be no chains.
Go and tell your god: Tonight, I am his knight!
Witness!
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Hail the Marines
03:34
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I dodged the law with nowhere to go.
Clan was in shambles, empire at our door.
Nowhere to turn, took the military contract.
Now I'm here on another continent.
Stay out of trouble, and keep my head low.
March with the column, and wait for the time to bolt.
Day after day, it's "hurry up and wait".
The enemy's approaching, I don't even know his face.
Hood's balls, they're closing in.
Make our stand, and spit in their grin.
We don't play fair, we just play to win.
We are the Malazan Marines!
Burn them bridges, hunt for bones.
Make them bleed, let them know.
First in last out, as it's always been.
We are the Malazan Marines!
The men and women in my squad are completely insane.
I don't understand why I haven't deserted.
Our idiot lieutenant is from noble blood.
A knife in his back would do him good.
That particular promotion will have to wait.
The enemy is back, and this time they brought a mage.
An even trade, we have a spook of our own.
He knows some tricks that will chill you to the bone.
Hood's balls, they're closing in.
Make our stand, and spit in their grin.
We don't play fair, we just play to win.
We are the Malazan Marines!
Burn them bridges, hunt for bones.
Make them bleed, let them know.
First in last out, as it's always been.
We are the Malazan Marines!
Charge!
Here we go on the march again.
Don't know where we go, don't know where we've been.
All we know there's people t'need killin'.
We will deliver with the help of the doctrin.
Step by step, onwards we march
to our glorious purpose, unwitnessed by all.
Final justice, delivered by the rejects.
United in will, a force to be reckoned with!
Hood's balls, they're closing in.
Make our stand, and spit in their grin.
We don't play fair, we just play to win.
We are the Malazan Marines!
Burn them bridges, hunt for bones.
Make them bleed, let them know.
First in last out, as it's always been.
We are the Malazan Marines!
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3. |
Edge of a Blade
03:44
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With the power of a tyrant, would you put an end to war?
Or raise high your standard, to cast its shadow on the poor
and the weak, the struggling, the cast-out, hard-working
the voiceless, the hiding, the meek and law-abiding
With the wealth of the temples, would you feed the poor?
Or collect the church tax, to acquire more
for the pomp and ostentation, the display of your station.
Your airs of grandeur, they're a fever.
You’re not the truth, you’re the deceiver.
The righteous scream for a holy war.
The press-gangs go from door to door.
We need food to eat, we have rent to pay.
A life that’s lived on the edge of a blade.
The poor man’s blood paints the rich man’s wall.
My fight is here but they send me on.
Empires fall, but the struggle stays.
A life that’s lived on the edge of a blade.
When blood turns to rust, and promises to dust.
The masses are divided.
It’s time to stand united!
The righteous scream for a holy war.
The press-gangs go from door to door.
We need food to eat, we have rent to pay.
A life that’s lived on the edge of a blade.
The poor man’s blood paints the rich man’s wall.
My fight is here but they send me on.
Empires fall, but the struggle stays.
A life that’s lived on the edge of a blade.
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Icarium Lifestealer
04:18
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Walking this road unending,
on a quest that cannot be won.
Guided by a faithful companion.
A friend and guardian both.
Behold Icarium Lifestealer.
Fear this army of one.
A warren shattered, a broken mind.
Searching for what can’t be found.
The nameless ones pulling strings.
A trail of lies and bloody ground.
Crushing, killing, reaping.
Waking, asking, weeping.
The whole world trembles before his rage.
The frenzy subdued by his friend.
Carrying the burden of gigantic weight.
A duty fulfilled until the end.
Crushing, killing, reaping.
Waking, asking, weeping.
Walking this road unending,
on a quest that cannot be won.
Guided by a faithful companion.
A friend and guardian both.
Behold Icarium Lifestealer.
Fear this army of one.
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5. |
The Wolves of Winter
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See them trembling, smell their fear.
For I am lurking in the shadows.
The heart quickens, as I pounce.
They won’t escape their death.
Slashing, tearing, ripping meat.
The blood runs warm and red.
Then a new scent, what beast is this?
Who dares disturb my feast?
Run! Arrows biting, pack is fleeing.
What is this? My strength is leaking.
The wolves of winter wage a war that never ends
against the axes chopping wood and roads that pave the way.
A clash of natures, with man on the ascend.
Nowhere left to run, hunters turn to prey.
Hear them coming, fear their scent.
A pack with claws made of stone.
Rear at their madness, they smell of death.
And they seem to hunt for fun.
Run! Arrows biting, pack is fleeing.
What is this? My strength is leaking.
The wolves of winter wage a war that never ends
against the axes chopping wood and roads that pave the way.
A clash of natures, with man on the ascend.
Nowhere left to run, hunters turn to prey.
Howling in fury at the madness of the world.
Longing for the days when the hunt was good.
A clash of natures, with man on the ascend.
Nowhere left to run, the hunt comes to an end.
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6. |
High King Kallor
04:41
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Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula.
Cunning warlord, iron ruler.
Above all humans, above the gods.
I rule my lands with fire and sword.
Cursed by the elder gods three.
They gave life unending, filled with suffering.
Pain and failure, without end
and for all my plight, to never ascend.
K’rul, Draconus, the sister of cold nights.
They thought to take away what was mine by right.
A continent filled with broken slaves.
They sought to set them free, I gave them fiery graves.
I have walked this land when the T'lan Imass were but children.
I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong.
I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents
and sat alone upon tall thrones.
Kallor Eiderann Tes'thesula.
Lonesome warlord, peopleless ruler.
Hating Kallor, a comforting thought.
In hating me, I am never alone.
I have walked this land when the T'lan Imass were but children.
I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong.
I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents
and sat alone upon tall thrones.
Brood! Do you grasp the meaning of this?
Yes, Kallor. You never learn.
I have walked this land when the T'lan Imass were but children.
I have commanded armies a hundred thousand strong.
I have spread the fire of my wrath across entire continents
and sat alone upon tall thrones.
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7. |
Punitive Army of Three
06:14
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A spell cast on warriors three.
Each one of them, an army of one.
Unmatched in combat, beneath the sun.
A tribe of war, bred for martial skills.
Underneath each mask, lies an iron will.
Enslaved by a cunning bitch.
Unending challenges, quest for supremacy.
Rank is everything, your mask is your identity.
Hardened by trials, the way of the sword.
Deeds to the talking, let’s slaughter the horde.
Come forth if you dare, hordes of hunger.
Let the punitive army of three tear you asunder.
Accompanied by bitch, dog and bone.
We will rip you apart and topple your throne.
Lost the company of the one-eyed wolf.
Honor taken by the flat of the blade.
The third subdued, troubling the crusade.
Internal turmoil angering Envy.
Getting unhinged, driven to frenzy.
A legion of dead left in their wake.
Shattered armies, broken steel.
Masses butchered, even the hordes reel.
Blind hunger cannot hold up to skill.
Lesson delivered, after the last is killed.
Come forth if you dare, hordes of hunger.
Let the punitive army of three tear you asunder.
Accompanied by bitch, dog and bone.
We will rip you apart and topple your throne.
The tower is within sight.
Storming the ramparts, delivering death.
Hordes of hunger fighting till their last breath.
Almost over, lesson delivered.
The challenge of the third, will have to be answered.
Come forth, warrior of bone.
Razor sharp flint meets honed steel.
Clash of eons, superior skill.
Hot boiling blood triumphs over bone.
The final conclusion stolen by his own.
Come forth if you dare, hordes of hunger.
Let the punitive army of three tear you asunder.
Accompanied by bitch, dog and bone.
We will rip you apart and topple your throne.
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8. |
Chain of Dogs
05:43
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Dragging on, step by step.
Fighting for every breath.
Leaving Hissar’s walls behind.
Only death and sorrow we will find.
For Aren we must march.
The Whirlwind’s wrath we will feel.
A refugee train slowing us down.
With tribal forces at our heels.
Carry on! March on!
Pull this chain of dogs!
Many a soldiers we have lost.
Even our victories come at a cost.
Never time to rest or heal.
The wrath of the goddess we feel.
Children are dying whilst the nobles moan.
Starved and dehydrated, they are weak to the bone.
The walls of Aren, nowhere to be seen.
Soldiers carry on, a nightmare birthed this scene.
Carry on! March on!
Pull this chain of dogs!
For duty I hold my head up high.
Forward brothers, even though the end is nigh.
One last push, we carve our way through all.
It ain’t over until at last we fall.
Aren’s walls! We are nearly there!
Aren’s walls! We will live, I swear!
Aren’s walls! I can see the gates!
Aren’s walls! We defied our fate!
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9. |
Tools Rage
04:12
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The first sword of Logros, mortal once more.
The sword of flint, put to rest.
Three hundred thousand years of life in bones.
The spirit of old returned to flesh.
The gift of life betrayed by fools.
Shortsighted Barghast seeking war.
The sword of flint, at rest no more.
He had a people to kill.
They killed his wife, the children - slain.
The peace of death denied.
Turned from the gate, he turns to rage.
Blood will flow tonight.
The first sword of Logros, immortal once more.
The sword of flint, seeking blood.
Three hundred thousand years of martial skill.
The rage of old, bringing death.
They killed his wife, the children - slain.
The peace of death denied.
Turned from the gate, he turns to rage.
Blood will flow tonight.
Unbound once more, unleash the rage.
Crushing!
Denied by death, unleash the rage.
Killing!
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10. |
Battle of the Spire
05:08
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Rise, legions, and behold.
The final struggle, the end of it all.
The forces, living, dead and beast.
In the shadow of the spire, the crows will feast.
An end to this tale of tragedy unknown.
Fight for a heart chained to stone.
A clash of races of old.
Fight for a heart chained to stone.
The fire, the screaming.
The blood of a god from the sky.
The battle of the spire.
United against the Assail.
Stand fast legions, and see.
The bravery of man and the will.
To give up your life for good.
To walk filled with pride to the gate of hood.
An end to this tale of tragedy unknown.
Fight for a heart chained to stone.
A clash of races of old.
Fight for a heart chained to stone.
The fire, the screaming.
The blood of a god from the sky.
The battle of the spire.
United against the Assail.
Fight till the end!
The last breath!
Head held high!
Soldier!
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