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1. City of Azure Fire 10:09
        The pale blue fire of glittering spires ablaze
        The sojourner’s beacon, a wondrous shimmering place
        Through ages forgotten, in many a traveler’s dream
        Through winding cobblestone pathways
        Where dwell demons, mages, and thieves
In temples and taverns where secrets are whispered
        Arcane knowledge hides in their halls
        Shadows gather in midnight processions
      As wraiths and ghosts sing laments in the walls
Written in blood and sealed in death
        Bound by the ages, the tome of regret
        Fates will be sealed and swords will be met
        With the cold embrace of steel and flesh
        Eldritch beasts converge on the streets
        Of this ancient city, so beautiful and wild
        Veils of night, the tolling of bells
        Funeral march to the sound of the knell
The pale blue fire of glittering spires ablaze
        The sojourner’s beacon, a wondrous shimmering place
Far beyond moon and sun
        Long is the path to the end
        Azure flames light the way

        2.	Echoes of Battle	09:21	  
        There is a deep pathos here
        A monumental sorrow
        Blood has stained this ground
        The very land itself a barrow
The echoes of battle ring cold through the ages
      The moon shines on old dunes, awakening ancient hatreds
Swords held high to the desert sky at such great a cost
        Standards fly above funeral pyres
        Victory and loss
        We are strong, but when the day is done we are left bereaved
        Marching on to the battle drum
        Triumph and defeat
Behold the storming flood of iron
        Destruction wrought there upon the field
        A host of warriors fall, never to return
        Their epitaph a song of steel
Empires built upon the bones of those who stood beside us
        The sun has set eternally into the dark
        And we have seen the fields of war steal the lives of sons and brothers
        The iron heart of glory beats a hollow dirge
        The gods of battle rise and fall but the thirst for blood lives on
        The wolves of winter rise and howl for honour’s debt
        The sands forever greedily consume the blood of friends and fathers
        The gates of Hood will open wide with dreams of death
There is a deep pathos here
        A monumental sorrow
        Blood has stained this ground
        The very land itself a barrow

        3.	Wild Autumn Wind	13:46	  
        Across the plains come drifts of sand
        From graves of water and tombs of man
        The hollow weight of history
        Desiccated and blowing free
In the wake, all is dust
The bones of beasts and the bones of kings
        Become dust in the wake of the hymn
        Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall
        No more than a breath on the wind
Spectres and gods adrift in the wild, mournful wind
        Vast cycles unfold across the span of æons
        Colossal keeps consumed and left as burial mounds
        And even stars will fade into empyrean shrouds
In ashen vaults, on parchment scrolls
        The echoed verses state soft the toll
In the wake, all is dust
Vast desolation
        Silent grave of æons
Revenants watch from cold cosmic towers
        Glimmering eyes of jade bear final witness
Temples crumble as the great wheel turns
        Ground to dust
        Monuments and megaliths unnamed
        Fall the same
        Earth and sky enrobed in deathless void
        Endless night
        Worm of autumn claims its final throne
The bones of beasts and the bones of kings
        Become dust in the wake of the hymn
        Mighty kingdoms rise, but they all will fall
        No more than a breath on the wind

        4.	To Walk the Ashes of Dead Empires	
        The burning fires fill the sky as a golden light enfilades the night
        Shattered mountains crumble away, their smouldering heaps upon the plains
        Ashes of gods, a cinereous rain
        A torrent of death covers the slain
        Blood has stained the silent stone where armies have fallen before the throne
The burning fires fill the sky as a golden light enfilades the night
        Shattered mountains crumble away, their smouldering heaps upon the plains
        The mortal cries of perishing thralls
        Ancient towers topple and fall
        Beleaguered spirit, dying pride
        Dawn of sorrow, lamenter’s shrine
Such a slaughter, this battle of gods
        What a deluge, these rivers of blood
        The call of T'iam beckons me
        I have awoken to the rage
        Lost in thought, lost in space, lost in time
        Lost within this storm we drive
        Unleashing chaos inside
        The endless night sky dims my eyes
The burning fires now subside as a golden dawn dethrones the night
        The aftermath of battle’s toll, mighty silence they behold
        Landscapes bathed in colours pale, dressed in blood and broken maille
        Splintered spears, shattered swords, unmarked graves
        The cost of war
Son of shadows betrays the night, father walks away from light
        Mother darkness leaves us to die
        Kharkanas sounds its final hour, resplendent halls are empty and pallid
        Brothers forced another way
        A breach was sealed but a host was torn, raised this wall only to fall
        Bones ground into sands of the shore
        A voice reborn and a voice was shorn, the vice of centuries of life
        Must we make this sacrifice?
Empty halls sing a hollow fall
        Dust-strewn cobblestones lead them home
        Ships now dreaming in their quiet ports
        Raise your glass to the ones returning
        Icy barrows and forgotten swords
        Snow-capped mountains hold forgotten words
        Deeds heroic and deeds unknown
        Carved upon the empty throne

        5.	A Voice Born of Stone and Dust	09:50	  
        From the dust, assembling form
        Lashing out with flint and bone
        Matted furs, rotting hides
        Withered skin, black pits for eyes
        In ancient days we stopped the ice
        We crushed the Jhag at gruesome price
        Now we must heed the first sword’s call
        His wrath is kindled, a doom must fall
Severed from death
        We march, we march
        Bound to the throne
        We march, we march
        Cursed by Tellann
        We march, we march
        Warriors of bone
        We march
We cry to the blood-red sun in a voice born of stone and dust
A ritual to bind our race
        In vast undeath, our severed fates
        The sorcery of shamans old
        To ever hunt the lords of cold
        We drift within the sands of wrath
        The wielders of the fire’s path
        An ancient magic
        Elderbound, bloodbound, earthbound
Severed from death
        We march, we march
        Bound to the throne
        We march, we march
        Cursed by Tellann
        We march, we march
        Warriors of bone
        We march
We cry to the blood-red sun in a voice born of stone and dust
Spell of sorrow
        Spell of might
        Breath of fire
        Endless ice
We cry to the blood-red sun in a voice born of stone and dust

        6.	Book of the Fallen	14:55	  
        Still we ride, fight, and die
        Wayward path far beyond the pale
        We are lost, marching on
        Heavy hearts longing for those lands we once called home
Emerald hills, sparking seas
        Fade to distant memory
        Horizons blaze in foreign land
        Ochre seas of scorching sand
The fires of Y’Ghatan burn in the night
        The shadows of a fallen god
        Chains against light
For weeks on end we journey on
        Weary and worn, the glory is gone
        All that’s left are tired souls
        Aching limbs and dreams of home
The fires of Y’Ghatan burn in the night
        The shadows of a fallen god
        Chains against light
Marching on as one as the ghosts of brothers sing
        Deep in the night where their faces haunt our dreams
        Halfway through the veil we are summoned to Hood’s gate
        Lands rimed in frost, they will damn us to our fate
Push on through the din of the slaughter
        Flight through this perilous land
        To where our blades spring forth
        Soldiers of Empire Malazan
        We fight for the seat of the highborn
        Our fates were never our own
        Weathered skin is battered and broken
        Bloodstained dawn in a land unknown
Stars reign in the sky of the desert
        Lost in the blistering sands
        A host now long forgotten
        Soldiers of Empire Malazan
        Far away from the hearths of our fathers
        We’re never returning home
        Weathered swords are a warrior’s burden
        Battles fought but our deeds will go untold
Still we ride, fight, and die
        Wayward path far beyond the pale
        We are lost, marching on
        Heavy hearts longing for those lands we once called home
Dawn has brought its cleansing light
        So we behold a mournful sight
        The fading sounds of clashing steel
        Bodies strewn across the field
The fires of Y’Ghatan burn in the night
        The shadows of a fallen god
        Chains against light
Buried seeds, scattered bones
        Blazing hearts by steel sent home
        Mortal screams, names unknown
        Shattered dreams by steel sent home
Strap on your shields and raise your banners
        Hear the call of raging battle
        Beneath a hail of burning arrows
        Push ever forward, never surrender
        Siege weapons tolling out like thunder
        Ripping the city walls asunder
        Columns of flame reach ever skyward
        Horizons filled with burning pyres

