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Sword at side or pen to write |
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Our weapon in our heart more than in our hand. |
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To fall in the line or stand back to sing |
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We witnessed the glory of many heroes' end. |
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We've marched aside the greatest of all, |
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Whoever that is only the soul can tell. |
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We sang for those who could never rest |
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The Days of High Adventure, |
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In our chests, will never end. |
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Aeons long gone and places unseen... |
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Our life is lost between what wil be and what has been. |
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Commanding a fleet or sounding a charge |
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Our souls will fill with ecstacy when we draw our swords |
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We'll never forget when we reigned on Aquilonia, |
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Or fought aside the Albino Prince, |
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Wear the Ring, Ride the Dragon, draw the Sword out of the Stone |
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And blow your last breath into the Horn! |
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We've always been there |
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We are the Riders of Doom |
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One fate: Sword and Shield |
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In Days of High Adventure |
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We are born to die on the battlefield. |
