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My mind is sick of thinking |
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And my heart is flared up with rage |
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Arouse my fighting spirit |
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Become lethargic in the mist of times |
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Soon like the waves |
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Breaking themselves, |
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The swords will be knocked together |
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Soon like a storm, |
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Double-edged swords |
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Will rumble for ever and ever |
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The grounds for war aren't needed. |
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Only the pleasure of seeing the blood. |
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Your blood soaking the weapon is |
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Enough for me and |
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For my warlike people. |
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Tides And wind side with us. |
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Gods must have heard the sound |
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Of our drums. |
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We're going to mow'em down |
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We're going to make them feel |
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The taste of rout... |
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Praise be to showdown! |
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So row for the northern lights... |
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So row the |
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Atlantis ocean skies. |
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Battleground jus before us. |
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Enemies are waiting for dusk. |
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Death has been invoked |
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And she will not leave alone. |
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Kill or be killed, win or be won. |
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Don't doubt in cut their heads off. |
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Gods will be proud of our work... |
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And now there is no place for cowards. |
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And now there is no time for weakness. |
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For those who feel down... |
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Their presence just now around, with us. |
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War, you are the only way |
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To let the fallen reach the eternal rest. |
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For all I believed. |
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All what you made me leave forgotten in past |
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War, that gave me the steel, |
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That gives me the courage. |
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That will make me great. |
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Maybe alive, maybe dead... |
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But never being slave again |
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Again... Thousand people fighting/dying |
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Only think in gain |
