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Summer's breeze blowing through their mane - |
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Wild horses of the purest breed! |
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Ride! |
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Onward to battle, onwards like the wind - |
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Cozak warriors of the purest breed! |
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Hail! |
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Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins |
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Foam in the mouth, a' glistening the eye... |
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Bloodlust is nigh, for a rider and steed |
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Alike as they ride, pressing to the fight! |
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The banners are high and so's the battle cry, |
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The trampling of hooves of the purest breed! |
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Ride! |
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Onwards to battle, onwards like the wind - |
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Cozak warriors of the purest breed! |
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Hail! |
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Spurs to the side, a lash of the reins |
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Foam in the mouth, A' glistening the eye... |
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Bloodlust is nigh, for a rider and steed |
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Alike as they ride, pressing to the fight! |
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Wild horses of the purest breed, |
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Born to the steppes defiant to the cold |
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Cozak worriors of the purest breed, |
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Loyal to the Czar, they defy death! |
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Summer's breeze blowing through their mane - |
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wild horses of the purest breed! |
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Ride! |
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Onward to battle, onwards like the wind - |
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Cozak warriors of the purest breed! |
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Hail! |
