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(Pit Passarell - Felipe Machado) |
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He was born between weapons he grew |
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Day and night he learned to survive |
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The wine was food that the graced with blood |
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His bible was the law of the sword |
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But the chains were broken |
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Now the gods want his soul |
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The law of the sword will guide his hearts |
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Day after day he saw the pain |
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Harlot women and hamlets in flame |
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On their horses they had the force |
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Till de death change their routes |
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Angels of sky and demons of hell |
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Will not change the destiny of men |
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He fought with grace he die with faith |
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This was his tale god bless his name |
