| They blacken the night
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| They strengthen the fight
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| They’re demons and gods to us all
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| Some call it an omen
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| Or a prayer that was stolen
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| From under the master’s sight
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| They are soldiers of the flame
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| Beware, or you shall be the same
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| They hold their heads high
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| Make no time to cry
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| They’re always aware of us all
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| They’re looking to help you
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| While smiling to trick you
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| Offering you care when you fall
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| They are soldiers of the flame
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| Beware, or you shall be the same
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| They are soldiers of the flame
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| Beware, or you shall be the same
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| It’s green in the summer
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| Yet brown in the winter
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| Like seasons they always revolve
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| Look out for the laughter
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| Behind every master
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| They seem to take part of us all
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| They are soldiers of the flame
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| Beware, or you shall be the same
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| Soldiers of the flame
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| Soldiers of the flame
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| They blacken the night
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| They strengthen the fight
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| Soldiers of the flame |