| As we reach the valley deep
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| Dark clouds fill the sky
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| Nothing seems to frighten men
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| For their land they’d die
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| Son of hero, will you fight
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| Quick with spear and arrow light
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| On the path of death we ride
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| Feel your Kingdome Come
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| Eagle feathers, horses drawn
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| Thunder rollin', strike at dawn
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| For our ancestors we stand
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| So proud, we will prevail
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| For the right to own our own land
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| No enemy remains
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| Son of hero, will you fight
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| Quick with spear and arrow light
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| On the path of death we ride
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| Feel your Kingdome Come
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| God of valleys, hear us pray
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| Despite bloodshed, we will stay
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| Heal the raw wounds in our minds
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| Guide in wisdom for mankind
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| God of valleys, hear us pray
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| Despite bloodshed, we will stay
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| Son of hero, will you fight
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| Quick with spear and arrow light
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| On the path of death we ride
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| Feel your Kingdome Come
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| Brave young hero, he fought well
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| Time will make his children tell
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| Upon eagles he will dwell
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| To his Kingdome come |