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The priest have done their sacred rite with me. |
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My veins are filled with fire. |
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I await my destiny armed with mighty weapons. |
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I will ride to victory. |
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The battlefield lays grey and dead for me. |
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Dragons in the sky await my enemy. |
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I will hear his breaking bones. |
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I will see his bleeding wounds. |
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Enemy die! |
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Die by my sword! |
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I hear the marching sound of the unholy force. |
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The clash of forces killed my frightened horse. |
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Now a fight man to man awaits me on the end. |
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I fight him with the power of ten thousand men. |
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He lays on the ground and |
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I set his life an end. |
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I hear his broken bones, |
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I see his bleeding wounds. |