| The dawn draws near as we break our
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| Camp Wiping the dew from my hair
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| Gripping the hilt of the sword on my hip
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| Trying to brace myself
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| Will we break and fall apart?
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| No, we will crush the hordes once and
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| For all will we stand victorious?
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| Yes, we shall win this war in the name of Light
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| The view before me seems familiar
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| Somehow But the memories aren’t
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| mine
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| thousands and thousands of feet, the
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| ground’s shaking The fate of all will be decided, the charge begins
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| The dwarven berserkers charge the horde
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| Elves cover their backs with arrows
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| Our steelclad horsemen keep striking the
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| Flanks It seems we’re gonna win
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| Heads are rolling on the plains
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| This time we’ll end the threat of the
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| Orcish march The Ivory plains are
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| drenched in blood
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| Screams of the dying sends shivers down
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| My spine
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| The view before me seems familiar
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| Somehow Are these memories really
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| Mine? |
| Thrust and then parry, endless
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| The battle seems Then finally they’re pulling back
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| For a brief moment all is calm
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| I give the signal for the hunt to begin
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| No one of them must survive, stay
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| alive
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| They will die in the name of light
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| The view before me is so unfamiliar
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| It doesn’t match my memories
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| Thousands and thousands of bodies
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| Lay still Now we will teach the Dark
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| Lord to feel fear |