| Not just for victory
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| Not just to crush your enemy
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| Not just for heir to be
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| But for this moment and to fight the injustice…
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| It was written long ago
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| This is what I’ve been told
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| An army came across the sea
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| To conquer this low land
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| The lured with their lives
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| Shouted «peasant, kneel or die!»
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| Outnumbered, undaunted
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| War cry rose to the skies
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| On the homeland of the raven
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| Where the eagles scream at daybreak
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| And the clang and clash of armies
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| Beautiful the strife for conquest
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| Rains came over to the north
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| Floods of lies to drown the old gods
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| A storm rose within the hearts of the enslaved
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| Ode for my ancestors' blood
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| The seer foresaw the curse from above
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| Like a roar of approaching giant horde
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| In the moors and in the marshes
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| On the borders of the woodlands
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| The marched like approaching giant horde
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| When I yield my life forever
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| Bravely will I fall in battle
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| Fall upon the field of glory
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| Beautiful to die in armour |