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Upon this field of honor |
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Icy, crimson death |
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Bodies hacked and dismembered |
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Shields and armor cleft |
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Before me the last Vanir |
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No one at my side |
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Say your last prayers to Ymir |
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It's your time to die |
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The riddle of steel |
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The truth shall be revealed |
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With sword my hand wields |
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This day we shall solve the riddle |
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You shall feel my steel |
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Your brethren in Valhalla |
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My name you shall tell |
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To some I'm known as Amra |
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Many men I've felled |
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Across of all Hyborea |
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Tales of me are told |
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It's Conan of Cimmeria |
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Whom shall reap your soul |
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The riddle of steel |
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The truth shall be revealed |
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With sword my hand wields |
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This day we shall solve the riddle |
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You shall feel my steel |
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The clash of steel does echo |
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Through the snow packed waste |
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We both unleash our deathblows |
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Blood drawn by both blades |
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Through wounded I'm the victor |
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Blood pours from my head |
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I am the one survivor |
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On this field of death |
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The riddle of steel |
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The truth shall be revealed |
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With sword my hand wields |
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This day we shall solve the riddle |
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You shall feel my steel |
