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Marching through the gates of fire |
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New battles on the rise |
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Breathing in the winds of war |
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Victorious desire deep inside |
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Tyrants' wrath upon this world |
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Bestow the might to throne |
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Battalions on the fields of war |
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To chaos we are bound |
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Nameless cities left behind |
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High fires in the air |
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Fear us those whose time has come |
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Awaiting in despair |
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Fury swings its blackened blades |
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From the sky a fire rain |
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Darkness marches on this night |
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On pride we fight |
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With the dying sun we ride |
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Into the honored age |
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Searching for the golden past |
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Bounded deep with rage |
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Magic moments magic times |
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Barbarians born to stride |
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Ride with splendor for the war |
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Battalions at our side |
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Fury swings its blackened blades |
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From the sky a fire rain |
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Darkness marches on this night |
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On pride we fight |
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Stories tel of fallen men |
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Great voctories and fights |
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And all that rode towards te fields |
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To conquer thrones and might |
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Legends brought forward to tell |
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Tempting from another time |
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Devoted to the victories |
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They batlled for themselves |
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Battalions |
