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Prominent I stand as I lead my men to war |
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With banners held high "we'll waste 'em all" I swore |
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I seek within myself, find no fear as we march |
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God of eight banners by our side, the soil beneath our feet will parch |
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Ahead! |
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I scream as we draw our swords |
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Tonight! |
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Death claims every single soul |
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but mine |
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The blood stains the ground |
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But upon my honor I'll return! |
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The blades cut so deep |
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But upon my honor I'll return! |
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Five thousand arrows pierce me |
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But upon my honor I'll return! |
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The light before me fades away |
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but Upon my honor I'll return! |
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Victorious we'll return! |
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Impaled I stand they |
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want to see me fall |
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Their hands tremble, |
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I'm ready to face 'em all |
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Smile on my face, I approach |
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their formation weak |
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One by one they turn around, |
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scared, I made them retreat |
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The cries of men held a sweet promise |
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of their defeat |
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I walked among the chaos witnessing |
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the August Star O Heaven coming down |
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The earth shook as he laid his feet to the ground |
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watching me with pride, for I brought him |
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a true harmony of blood |
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Ahead! |
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I scream as we wield our swords |
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Hold the line! |
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I shout as we face their hordes |
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Ahead! |
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I scream with blood filled lungs |
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Tonight! |
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We will claim every single soul |
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with pride |
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The blood stains the ground |
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The blades cut so deep |
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Five thousand arrows pierce me |
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But upon my honor I'll return! |
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The light before me fades away |
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but Upon my honor I'll return! |
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Victorious we'll return! |
