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Running over landscapes of ice and snow |
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Hiding the sword that carries the prophecy |
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My mind is full of grief and despair |
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I am maybe the only one left to destroy |
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To destroy them all |
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I took the sword from my dying father's hand |
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His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail" |
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The warrior approached the forest of ice |
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And so the prophecy began |
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For it is written that a warrior will find |
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The way to avenge his family and brothers |
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And brothers in battle |
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I took the sword from my dying father's hand |
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His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail" |
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Deep in the forest of ice lies a valley |
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In the centre lies a crystal temple |
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The warrior knew this was a gateway to the gods |
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And so he entered the crystal temple |
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Creator of solid steel |
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Bless the coming battle |
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I promise you a great war |
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I will fight without fear |
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Creator of solid steel |
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Bless the coming battle |
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I promise you a great war |
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I will fight without fear |
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Without fear |
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The warrior's prayers were answered |
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At the foot of the crystal temple hundreds of warriors gathered |
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All drawn here by the prophecy of a great warrior who would lead them into a victory of vengeance |
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Brothers in arms, |
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I promised the gods a great war |
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They follow us with great expectations and are anxious for the coming battle |
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We will not rest until |
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Gorodar's head |
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Is nailed to our wall of battle trophies |
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Every enemy will regret, will regret their sins |
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Their death will not be without pain, without pain |
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The warrior approached the forest of ice |
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And so the prophecy began |
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For it is written that a warrior will find |
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The way to avenge his family and brothers |
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And brothers in battle |
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I took the sword from my dying father's hand |
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His last words: "Run my son, the prophecy will prevail" |
