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A dazzling light |
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rips the sky |
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drawing lines through the dusk |
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nobody sees it |
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the heroes keep walking on |
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cruelly the sunlight is hitting his armour |
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that's reflecting rays all around |
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Wonderful creature |
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with instinct to kill |
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with his magic Sendor has stolen your will |
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mighty and strong |
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oh so quickly you zoom |
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showing Daltor his doom |
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Wonderful creature |
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with nothing to fear |
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you fly over valleys so fierce and austere |
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holding and clutching the knight in your claws |
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against your holy laws |
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[Black Dragon] |
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Give up! you foolish madman |
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Give up! you cannot win |
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Start saying your last prayers |
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cause your life won't be spared |
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Give up! you foolish madman |
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Give up! you cannot win |
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Start saying your last prayers |
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cause your life won't be spared |
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[Daltor] |
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My spirit's pure my faith is strong I won't give in |
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though I ain't got my silver sword |
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I'll save myself and you! |
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[Storyteller] |
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Daltor is choked with the strength of the grasp |
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he still has one last weapon that he can clasp |
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now he bends outwards to reach for his foot |
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puts a hand in his boot |
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He takes a dagger that secretly kept |
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to hold and to use just in case he was trapped |
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wounding the dragon blood starts now to drip |
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so it loosens its grip |
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[Black Dragon] |
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Give up! you foolish madman |
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Give up! you cannot win |
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Start saying your last prayers |
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cause your life won't be spared |
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Give up! you foolish madman |
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Give up! you cannot win |
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Start saying your last prayers |
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cause your life won't be spared |
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[Daltor] |
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My spirit's pure my faith is strong I won't give in |
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though i ain't got my silver sword |
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I'll save myself and you! |
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[Storyteller] |
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Wounded, bleeding from his chest and possessed |
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the beast fights the king of the west |
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casting shadows on the land |
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leaving traces on the white sand |
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[Daltor] |
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now listen, hear my voice |
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I know your heart is still in there |
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refuse his guidance |
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I know you can |
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[Storyteller] |
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Wounded, bleeding now it's no more possessed |
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now freed its spirit can now rest |
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casting shadows on the land |
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leaving traces on the white sand |
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[Daltor] |
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Now my dragon fly me to Sendor |
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take me into the heart of Noland |
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where the sun never shines and the fog's always thick |
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where the sounds just gets lost in the forest |
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take me straight to the master of darkness! |