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Much may change in the life of a man |
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Now I will sing of how the war first began |
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How these dark days of doom became mine |
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It was the year Nine Hundred And Ninety Nine |
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When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes |
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Holding high the old way |
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Warriors waging |
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Into the storm |
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On wings of dragons |
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Fame and fortune |
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Into the storm |
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Into the storm |
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Into the storm |
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From the old land in east we had word |
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Of how the Earl had fallen and then we heard |
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That he dies he who dare disobey |
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When this new king imposes the eastern way |
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When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes |
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Holding high the old way |
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Warriors waging |
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Into the storm |
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On wings of dragons |
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Fame and fortune |
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Into the storm |
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Into the storm |
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Into the storm |
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A storm has begun by my magic command |
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And my runes in the sand will deny them land |
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You may die on your feet or you live on your knees |
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When the raven is fed time will come for peace |
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When pagan poets speak of heathen heroes |
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Holding high the old way |
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Warriors waging |
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Into the storm |
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On wings of dragons |
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Fame and fortune |
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Into the storm |
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Into the storm |
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Into the storm |
