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Rising swords |
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Lead the sons into the battle. |
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Rising stars mark this night, |
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The Dragon is re-born. |
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Demon Lords |
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Shall not fell me from the saddle. |
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Tiw and Mars mark this night, |
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We blow the victory horn. |
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Blow on. |
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To wait till tomorrow |
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Is for fools in their sorrow. |
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It's now or never. |
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It's the hour of the Dragon. |
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Muse of chords |
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Raise the Dragon from the castle. |
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Northern stars burning bright, |
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We free the Holy Sword. |
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Face the Horde |
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Die for glory and Valhalla. |
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Fires of Mars burns this night. |
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Ride with the Dragon Lord. |
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Ride on. |
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To wait till tomorrow |
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Is for fools in their sorrow. |
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It's now or never. |
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It's the hour of the Dragon. |
