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We spent a decade building |
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a band of brothers to the bone, and it showed |
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From the reef's kiss calling to the resistance rise we wrote |
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We walked through fire blind |
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The march echoes for all time |
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But now the seasons changing |
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The turning tide |
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I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike |
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We honed a humble phalanx |
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to raze the arrogance in foes, and it showed |
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We found a fraud in a Bishop, and built a nation of flawed sons |
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We walked through fire blind |
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The march echoes for all time |
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But now the seasons changing |
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The turning tide |
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I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike |
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And though my vessels lone-manned with brazen broken hull |
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The waves will never take an armored archer core, an armored archer core |
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A means to believe |
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A reverie I couldn't reach |
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Never made a difference to me |
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Go on, our brother |
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You've only just begun |
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Live long with honor |
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From our fire you are born |
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But now the seasons changing |
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The turning tide |
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I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike |
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And though my vessels lone-manned with brazen broken hull |
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The waves will never take an armored archer core |
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But now the seasons changing |
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The turning tide I've raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike, |
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storm or calm alike, storm or calm alike |