| Sing for the lost, for eternal affairs
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| Sing to raise our spirits in great despair
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| Through the ashes of oblivion
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| Quick and unseen like the dragon’s offspring
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| For we owe no debts and bow to no king
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| Every war has its costs and we’ve paid
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| Won by the bond of the party we’ve made
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| Warn with a call that the battle starts now
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| As the demons listen we strike them down
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| Fighting back the rifts of blood
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| Sent from the sky lies a angel in need
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| Give him muse to strengthen and words to heed
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| Heaven’s doused and set alight
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| We’re knocking on the gates of hell tonight
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| Broken swords and dragon’s bones
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| Scattered on the way back home
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| Beating to the sound of clashing steel
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| When they’re on our heels
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| Now chant the tales and legends told
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| Strengthened by the hymns of old
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| Weathered as this winding road is long
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| So we sing our traveler’s song
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| Play out a spell in your sequence of chords
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| To inspire and sharpen our rusted swords
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| Echoing the whisper of the trees
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| Creep 'long a path where a thousand bards failed
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| From the thick West Tyrian jungle trails
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| Come from afar to set prisoners free
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| Into dark tangled depths from the open sea
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| Broken swords and dragon’s bones
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| Scattered on the way back home
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| Beating to the sound of clashing steel
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| When they’re on our heels
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| Now chant the tales and legends told
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| Strengthened by the hymns of old
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| Weathered as this winding road is long
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| So we sing our traveler’s song
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| Second chances don’t come cheap
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| So keep alert and on your feet
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| An ancient spirit’s song will heal our wounds
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| Unabashed by our defeat
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| Spite the bloodstains on these cobble streets
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| A message to the gods to see us through
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| Ever heard, yet rarely sung
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| So raise your voice and praise the sun
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| I call a new rebirth to keep us strong
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| Countless souls along the path
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| Lost to fiends and lords of wrath
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| But we’ll return to play our final song
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| Broken swords and dragon’s bones
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| Scattered on the way back home
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| Beating to the sound of clashing steel
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| When they’re on our heels
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| Now chant the tales and legends told
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| Strengthened by the hymns of old
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| Weathered as this winding road is long
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| So we sing our traveler’s song |