| Riding, and riding,
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| We search across the land.
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| The snow, and wind,
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| Has frozen hearts of man,
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| But we ride,
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| We ride.
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| Many days ago,
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| We left our home,
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| With swords we ride into the night.
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| Fighting side by side,
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| To destroy our foes
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| And leave them without life.
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| We stop, consider,
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| The land that we travel.
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| Our maps, at home,
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| Direction, unraveled,
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| But we ride,
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| We ride.
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| Many days ago,
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| We left our homes,
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| With swords we ride into the night.
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| Fighting side by side,
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| To destroy our foes
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| And leave them without life.
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| So much time has passed
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| Since we left our land,
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| That we"ve become concerned.
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| That we"ll never find the battle,
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| That we should have fought and won,
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| But we won"t, stop, searching.
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| Lost, but still, we ride,
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| Search, until, we die.
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| We ride,
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| We ride,
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| Hungry, and tired,
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| The frigid plain yields little.
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| We trudge, on further,
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| Eating brine, and snow thats brittle,
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| We ride,
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| We ride,
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| We come upon a witch,
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| Who takes us in To let us share,
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| her nightly fire
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| She asks of us our story,
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| And we lie and s ay We ride around for hire.
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| She asks us if we"d
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| Like to have a map
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| and points us in some direction.
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| But we are far too proud
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| To stop so we keep silent,
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| And ignore her suggestion.
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| Lost, but still, we ride,
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| Search, until, we die.
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| All, the fault, of pride.
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| The gods, weep in, the night.
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| Lost, but still, we ride,
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| Search, until, we die.
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| All, the fault, of pride.
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| The gods, weep in, the night
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| We ride,
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| We ride. |