| In a forest to the north
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| In a vast land without lord
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| There’s a group of warriors
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| That marches for others' war
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| Night falls and they set camp
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| In a clear where they can stand
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| They’re here for lord’s demand
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| Just for greed upon these lands
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| There’s a man that stands aside
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| Beyond the camp and the fire light
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| The captain walks to his side
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| And asks him if he’s feeling fine
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| «No, my captain, all is wrong
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| As I’m thinking of my love
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| The day I marched to war
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| Was the day of our sacred bond»
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| Under this full moon you must leave this war
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| And meet your wife
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| Take your horse and saddle it to ride so far
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| And go to live your life
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| In the forest, the moonlight
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| Reminds my marrying day
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| And I cry for I can’t stay this night
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| Close to my wife
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| But the war is something bad
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| And we can win with one less man
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| Take your horse and saddle it
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| To ride so far and go to live your life |