| He was a knight of the king
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| Who’s end was near
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| He governed a country
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| Where the people lived in fear
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| He was following the calls
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| And tearing down these walls
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| In search for glory
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| One stormy night painfull screams
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| Made him wake up from his dreams
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| And a mysterious voice
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| Told him that he had no other choice
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| Setting out for the land of disgrace
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| To kill the master and stop the raids
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| But long before the dawn
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| He left his town to a place unknow
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| So time will make more wise
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| But he had no disguise to desteny
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| He gallopped wildly thru the woods
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| The crown trambling from his horse
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| He’s got the look in his eyes
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| He will never give up Cause he’s ready to fight
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| Hold your fire
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| Keep the flame forever in your heart
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| Burning disire
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| Keep the flame in your heart
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| He rode thru night and day
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| On his tireless horse
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| thru the sun and the rain
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| Never deviating from his course
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| And he got to a strange place
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| Where the air was filled whit haze
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| And it made his flesh creep
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| Where the trees had no leaves
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| He was following the calls
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| And tearing down these walls
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| In search for glory
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| Two guards in front the door
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| Torn branches coverin the floor
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| Now that he was sure
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| He had found the goals
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| That he’s searching for
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| Hold your fire… |