| Sword at side or pen to write
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| Our weapon in our heart more than in our hand
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| To fall in the line or stand back to sing
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| We witnessed the glory of many heroes' end
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| We’ve marched aside the greatest of all
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| Whoever that is only the soul can tell
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| We sang for those who could never rest
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| The Days of High Adventure
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| In our chests, will never end
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| Aeons long gone and places unseen…
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| Our life is lost between what wil be and what has been
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| Commanding a fleet or sounding a charge
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| Our souls will fill with ecstacy when we draw our swords
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| We’ll never forget when we reigned on Aquilonia
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| Or fought aside the Albino Prince
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| Wear the Ring, Ride the Dragon, draw the Sword out of the Stone
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| And blow your last breath into the Horn!
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| We’ve always been there
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| We are the Riders of Doom
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| One fate: Sword and Shield
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| In Days of High Adventure
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| We are born to die on the battlefield |