| There’s a Word that’s leading us to a mystic lace of old
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| Ina land so far across the seas
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| Altough we know that we are never to come home
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| We’re going to stand for what is real
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| Voices are rising from heavens above
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| Look out, He’s coming to battle, He is the Warrior of the Sun
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| Sword of justice shining bright
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| Turning all the darkness into rainbows
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| We sailed the raging tempest of our sins
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| Our vessels made of purest dreams
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| And though the years casting shadows on our quest
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| We’re reaching Holy Land at last
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| Nightmares are fading, the light closes in
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| Riding white stallions to battle
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| We are the Warriors of the Cross
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| Holy soldiers, royal knights
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| Take the walls of Antioch by the morning
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| Winds of vengeance
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| Burning flames
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| Still we carry on
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| We were given brand new destinies
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| Fighting for the Son
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| Fighting for the Cross
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| And when the ash will cover all the world we know
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| And Satan will be ready to strike the final blow
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| The Children of the Son will chant His holy name
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| And terminate the devil’s reign
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| Voices are rising from heavens above
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| Look out, He’s coming to battle, He is the Warrior of the Sun
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| Sword of justice shining bright
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| Turning all the darkness into rainbows
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| Seas are rising, nations cry
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| Who will pay the cost?
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| When the calls out for your name
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| Will you rise as one?
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| Fighting for the Cross |