| Early morning with a scent of death in the air
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| The first ray of light breaks free upon the hills
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| We all gaze upon the distant plains
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| To see a dark line filling the horizon
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| The hordes will charge down on us like a thunder storm
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| We will be heavily outnumbered
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| Oh, bewildered horizon
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| The ground will be drenched in red
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| All nature dies out
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| The horns sound for the battle to begin
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| As bodies clash together and steel ploughs through flesh
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| Salutations to the end with death we dance
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| We fight for our lives like a whirlwind
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| The elves with arrows that covers the sky
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| With flails and axes the dwarfs shout their battlecries
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| But it seems that we don’t stand a chance
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| Oh, bewildered horizon
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| The ground now is drenched in blood
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| All nature’s died out
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| Endless the battle seems
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| As my companions go down one by one
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| I know that this must end before the day is gone
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| With fear and rage we make our final assault
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| But they are flanking us, crushing us and killing us Then i feel a pain and it’s flashing before my eyes
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| Everything turns black
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| Oh, darkened horizon
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| The sun will shine no more
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| All light has died out
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| We could not save dragonland this time… |