| For far too long I’ve been imprisoned in the dark
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| Held by the fear that stills the hands and cools the heart
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| I can feel it even now, feel it grip and drag me down
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| Back down to my comfortable despair
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| But staying down, it never got me very far
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| I can refuse to take the fate that’s in the cards
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| Don’t be afraid my friend, this need not be the end
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| But we must make the call
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| Ask yourself will you rise or fall
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| So if you think you can stop me
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| You can think again 'cause I’m going strong
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| I’ve got my fight and I’ve got my drive
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| And you can cast your doubts but I’ll prove you wrong
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| Sure as the twilight casts the stars across the skies
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| It’s creeping back like a disease that clouds the mind
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| I feel it every day, inescapable decay
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| I hear the calling of the void
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| When you feel you lack the will to carry on
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| The deepest darkness of the night’s before the dawn
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| Don’t let it steal your pride
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| Just make it feed the flame inside
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| Oh, you must learn
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| Find your strength and let it burn
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| So if you think you can save me
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| You can think again 'cause I’m doing just fine
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| Oh no, I don’t need a saviour
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| And you can cast your bones, but my fate is mine
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| Solo: Arnold
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| Solo: Burbage
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| You’ve labored under every pine
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| And broke your back a thousand times
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| Bearer of a thousand scars
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| Take care not to forget who you are
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| So don your armor, we won’t be delayed
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| Join the force or get out of our way
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| Feel the ancient ones guiding your hands
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| Let go of your fears; |
| heed their demands
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| So don your armor, we won’t be delayed
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| Take up your arms or get out of our way
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| Feel the ancient ones guiding your sword
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| Let fly all your fears and respond to the call
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| So raise your glasses for the fallen ones
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| The ones who lose their battle and succumbed
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| So raise your glasses for the fallen ones
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| Would you grieve for your fallen son?
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| So if you think you can stop me
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| You can think again 'cause I’m going strong
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| I’ve got my fight and I’ve got my drive
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| And you can cast your doubts but I’ll prove you wrong
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| So if you think you can save me
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| You can think again 'cause I’m doing just fine
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| Oh no, I don’t need a savior
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| And you can cast your bones, but my fate is mine |