| A dazzling light
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| Rips the sky
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| Drawing lines through the dusk
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| Nobody sees it
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| The heroes keep walking on
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| Cruelly the sunlight is hitting his armour
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| That’s reflecting rays all around
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| Wonderful creature
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| With instinct to kill
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| With his magic Sendor has stolen your will
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| Mighty and strong
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| Oh so quickly you zoom
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| Showing Daltor his doom
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| Wonderful creature
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| With nothing to fear
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| You fly over valleys so fierce and austere
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| Holding and clutching the knight in your claws
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| Against your holy laws
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| Give up! |
| you foolish madman
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| Give up! |
| you cannot win
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| Start saying your last prayers
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| Cause your life won’t be spared
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| Give up! |
| you foolish madman
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| Give up! |
| you cannot win
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| Start saying your last prayers
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| Cause your life won’t be spared
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| My spirit’s pure my faith is strong I won’t give in
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| Though I ain’t got my silver sword
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| I’ll save myself and you!
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| Daltor is choked with the strength of the grasp
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| He still has one last weapon that he can clasp
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| Now he bends outwards to reach for his foot
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| Puts a hand in his boot
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| He takes a dagger that secretly kept
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| To hold and to use just in case he was trapped
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| Wounding the dragon blood starts now to drip
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| So it loosens its grip
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| Give up! |
| you foolish madman
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| Give up! |
| you cannot win
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| Start saying your last prayers
|
| Cause your life won’t be spared
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| Give up! |
| you foolish madman
|
| Give up! |
| you cannot win
|
| Start saying your last prayers
|
| Cause your life won’t be spared
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| My spirit’s pure my faith is strong I won’t give in
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| Though i ain’t got my silver sword
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| I’ll save myself and you!
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| Wounded, bleeding from his chest and possessed
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| The beast fights the king of the west
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| Casting shadows on the land
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| Leaving traces on the white sand
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| Now listen, hear my voice
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| I know your heart is still in there
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| Refuse his guidance
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| I know you can
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| Wounded, bleeding now it’s no more possessed
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| Now freed its spirit can now rest
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| Casting shadows on the land
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| Leaving traces on the white sand
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| Now my dragon fly me to Sendor
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| Take me into the heart of Noland
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| Where the sun never shines and the fog’s always thick
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| Where the sounds just gets lost in the forest
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| Take me straight to the master of darkness! |