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Sailing on a sea of trouble, our backs are to the sun |
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The thickest fog we've ever seen fell without a sound |
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We're up against an ancient force that's never been brought down |
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A tired king, a desperate land, broken and burden bound |
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Forwarding into battle is when we come alive |
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Sharpened swords and eyes cold as ice |
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The fear we face we know we may not survive |
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Only death can stop the fire burning in our hearts |
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Stepping onto foreign sand |
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A naked child runs our way bringing blood upon his hands |
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An ancient evil that all men dread |
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We hope and pray for the angel of death |
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The night has come we lie in wait watching with all eyes |
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The silence of the midnight hour waiting for a sign |
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Shadows pass within the walls we never would have seen |
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If not for the chosen prince the man from the east |
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Caught out in the rain side by side we fight |
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Letting all the hate the fury rise |
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Driving hard as thunder cracks up in the sky |
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Only death can stop the fire burning in our hearts |
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Hunting down the enemy |
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Beyond the cliffs we find the lair, the home of the beasts |
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Walking in so silently |
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They had no clue we walked among them dead in their sleep |
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The light of day is here again |
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The curse is lifted, now we set our sails to the west |
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As we sail back home again |
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We see the king sitting on his throne with sword in his hand |