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Strange lights over the hills tonight |
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So many knights into the campfire |
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Smell of acrid smoke on the air |
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Men are just out of scare for their fate. |
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All around screeching of blades |
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Knights riding with their torche flames |
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The lady of death, the only winner tomorrow |
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How many men will survive to her sorrow. |
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Now the battle is coming soon |
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The war is behind you, fight to be free! |
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Fight under the light of the moon |
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Now the battle is coming soon |
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The war is behind you, fight to be free! |
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Fight under the light of the moon. |
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Axes grind clashing with swords blade |
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On the ground mutilated bloody corpses |
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Screams of pain over the hill |
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There's no turning back you must kill. |
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Now the battle is coming soon |
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The war is behind you, fight to be free! |
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Fight under the light of the moon |
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Now the battle is coming soon |
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The war is behind you, fight to be free! |
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Fight under the light of the moon. |
