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Riding, and riding, we search across the land |
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The snow, and wind, has frozen hearts of man |
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But we ride |
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We ride Many days ago we left our homes |
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With swords to ride into the night |
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Fighting side by side to destroy our foes |
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And leave them without life |
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We stop, consider the land that we travelled |
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Our map's at home, direction unravelled |
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But we ride |
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We ride Many days ago we left our homes |
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With swords to ride into the night |
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Fighting side by side to destroy our foes |
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And leave them without life |
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So much time has passed since we left our land |
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That we've become concerned |
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And we'll never find the battle |
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That we should have fought and won |
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But we won't stop searching |
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Lost but still we ride |
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Search until we die |
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We ride We ride |
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Hungry and tired the frigid plain yeilds little |
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We trudge on further, eating pride and snow that's brittle |
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We ride We ride |
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We come upon a witch who takes us in |
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To let us share her mighty fire |
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She asks of us our story and we lie and say |
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We ride around for hire |
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She asks us if we'd like to have her map |
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And points us in some direction |
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But we are far too proud and strong so we keep silent |
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And ignore her suggestion |
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Lost but still we ride |
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Search until we die |
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All the fault of pride |
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The gods weep in the night |
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Lost but still we ride |
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Search until we die |
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All the fault of pride |
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The gods weep in the night |
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We ride We ride |
