| For many years ago
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| He left his home behind
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| No farewells or a note
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| Like a thief he fled into the night
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| Heart full of foolish pride
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| He caused a death of his clan’s man
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| All prophesies he denied
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| And now in exile he grieves
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| Hear the call of the fallen ones
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| Wisdom of those whose time has gone
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| Live your life bravely my first born son
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| On battlefields fight, don’t run
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| The wheel of time keeps turning
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| A boy becomes a man
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| But still shame burns him
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| At last he understands
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| He heads back to his homeland
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| He rides fast like a storm wind
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| But the flames in the horizon
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| Tell there is only death to be found
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| Hear the call of the fallen ones
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| Wisdom of those whose time has gone
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| Live your life bravely my first born son
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| On battlefields fight, don’t run
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| By the smoking ruins of his past life
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| He raises his hands to the skies
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| Oh god of thunder
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| God of my fathers
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| Strike me down for what I’ve done!
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| Hear the call of the fallen ones
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| Wisdom of those whose time has gone
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| Live your life bravely my first born son
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| On battlefields fight, don’t run |