Warriors of the World United - Manowar
Manowar, Manowar
What lies in store
From days of yore
An oath is swore
The kings implore
Oh knights of lore
go south, restore,
our country’s core
So grip the oar
unsheathe your swor’
the mighty corps
in groups of four
will march ashore
through ice and moor
to your grim chore
of steel and gore
Their white flags soar
the weak abhor
the battle roar
of Manowar.
Manowar: it kind of makes you want to write crappy fantasy poetry.
It’s the weekend now. Go max out with your axe out.
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