| Far, far away a long, long time ago
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| From the dawn of time, a king shall rise
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| Black, on the snowy horizon
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| hundreds of stallions are riding
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| Sun beams breaking trough the clouds are shining
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| on the swords of their riders
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| They bear a standard of the blackest steel
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| with two snakes facing each other
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| The symbol of a new born religion,
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| rising to crush all the others
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| Riding like the cold winter wind
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| Killing and wading through gore
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| Their mission, by the name of their lord
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| is the search for the purest steel
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| Spilling sacred life’s blood
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| and quenching a power mad thirst for the mightiest
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| of might, They ride!
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| The riders of Tulsha doom
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| Ave domine! |
| Ave domine!
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| By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride
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| Aquilona’s crown shall one day be mine
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| By barbarian strengh and Cimmerian pride
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| Aquilona’s crown shall one day be mine
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| No survivor has stood in their way
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| but aboy with hate in his eyes
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| This boy will grow stronger and stronger each day
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| to be ready to fight
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| A man who someday will be a great king
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| by his own hand and will for revenge
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| To crush the riders who brought the snakes
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| on that day when snow became red
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| He’ll be riding like the cold winter wind
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| Killing and wading through gore
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| His destiny, by the name of himself
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| is to bear a jeweled crown
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| Spilling evil life’s blood
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| and quenching the thirst for revenge
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| he’s feeling inside, He rides!
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| The conqueror, the barbarian
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| who one day shall be king
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| In lakes of blood his enemies are drowning
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| He’ll be riding like the cold winter wind
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| Killing and wading through gore
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| His destiny, by the name of himself
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| is to bear a jeweled crown
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| Spilling evil life’s blood
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| and quenching the thirst for revenge
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| he’s feeling inside, He rides! |