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Before the walls come curmbling |
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Down around our feet; |
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Before the empires fall |
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And Hell enslaves the free; |
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Before our time runs out |
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The spells must soon be cast; |
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We'll raise the banners high |
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And storm the gates at last. |
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Tonight we fight. |
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The Norns decide our fate. |
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Fight well in Hell ! |
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Open the Gates ! |
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This night the Gates of Hell |
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Come crashing to the ground. |
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The sword Excalibur |
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Was lost but now is found. |
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Arthurs does rise again, |
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The Dragons Lord of old. |
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Just like the Bards have said |
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In all the tales they told. |
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Tonight we fight. |
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The Norns decide our fate. |
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Fight well in Hell ! |
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Open the Gates ! |
