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On the ground he lays, |
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His lifeblood drains from him, |
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The battle has been fought, |
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And the fighting now stopped. |
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He scans the battlefield, |
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Oh the bloodshed he can see, |
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So many that have died, |
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And so few who survived. |
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His brother's men at arms, |
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Who he's known since he was a lad, |
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Lie silent by his side no longer alive. |
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Lying by a tree |
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Is a broken shattered man, |
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Killed by the sword in my warrior's hand. |
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But in his heart |
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He does not hate this man, |
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He fought for a case, |
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He could not understand. |
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His brother's men at arms, |
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Who he's known since he was a lad, |
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Lie silent by his side no longer alive. |
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A thousand years have passed |
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And mankind has stayed the same, |
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They fight against each other for political gain, |
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A politic state rule - the government tool, |
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People live in fear under madman rule. |
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His brother's men at arms, |
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Who've been with him since he was a lad, |
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Will fight by his side for the right to survive. |
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A thousand years more |
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And the world may not exist, |
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The cause will be greed and an iron fist |
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The spirits will rejoice, |
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Mankind will not be missed. |
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It's up to you |
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It cannot come to this. |
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His brother's men at arms, |
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Who've been with him since he was a lad, |
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Will fight by his side for the right to survive. |
