On the Mountains of Iron,
I was you and you were me.
We fought inflamed with steel cold,
valiant children of Ancient World,
warriors live for Death ennobled,
on the Mountains of Iron.
On the Cliffs of Battle,
I was you and you were me.
We warred gallant with steel and mace,
all for the glory of Land and Race,
Honour, a ghost without a face,
on the Cliffs of Battle.
In the Lake of Madness,
I was you and you were me.
We waged raptured in Passion’s flood,
conflicting to chaos, entombed in mud,
drowning in rivers of our own blood,
in the Lake of Madness.
On the mountains of Iron,
I loved you and you loved me.
We invoked the wrathful gods above,
insult to valour, sword to glove,
the joys of Death; Renewal’s Love,
on the Mountains of Iron.
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