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At the dawn of day, two armies arise |
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In the morning fog, from shades of the night |
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Out there on the hills, they darken the sun |
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The last stand is here, one chance to be won |
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Into this raging war, out of the sun |
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The dragon strikes down, killing the one |
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Into this raging war, out of the sun |
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The dragon strikes down, killing the one |
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Burst his chest and burn his heart to ashes |
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At last he pays for his reign with agony |
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The spell breaks and the undead fall again |
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At the end of the day, forever victory |
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The undead knights, storming against the lines |
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The darkest hour strikes the clock of life |
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Thousands of men were killed, by the walking dead |
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At the battles end, the earth turns red |
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Into this raging war, out of the sun |
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The dragon strikes down, killing the one |
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Into this raging war, out of the sun |
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The dragon strikes down, killing the one |
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Burst his chest and burn his heart to ashes |
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At last he pays for his reign with agony |
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The spell breaks and the undead fall again |
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At the end of the day, forever victory |
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Into this raging war, out of the sun |
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The dragon strikes down, killing the one |
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Into this raging war, out of the sun |
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The dragon strikes down, killing the one |
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Burst his chest and burn his heart to ashes |
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At last he pays for his reign with agony |
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The spell breaks and the undead fall again |
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At the end of the day, forever victory |
