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Sinners, monks and thieves all share the air we breathe |
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Smoke, swords and fire, brave man's true desire |
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For free men must fight tonight, all in the glory of war |
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We sit here in waiting every mile on Hadrian's Wail |
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With steel, dirt and sand |
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We all have a stake in the land |
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For many will not see |
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Morning sun rising |
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Flags on the horizon |
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Thus begins the battle for Hadrian's Wall |
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Tonight they will come, four thousand chariots strong |
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River of red flowing down, all in the name of Galaman's crown |
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For free men must fight tonight all in the glory of war |
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We sit here in waiting every mile on Hadrian's Wail |
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With steel, dirt and sand |
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We all have a stake in the land |
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For many will not see |
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Morning sun rising |
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Over the Horizon |
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Led by the arrows |
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And they release the dragon |
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Blood rivers flowing |
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Men die without knowing |
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We fight as legions |
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Against a crown of treason |
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On Hadrian's wall |
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Oh in the morning, I rise |
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Never thought I'd see morning sun rise |
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Never thought I live to see another day |
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On Hadrian's wall |
