| When your days are shaded and nights have faded
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| And the still of death fills the air
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| You save the knowing, the fear is growing
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| And the darkness tries to hide their wounds
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| Your blade is true and your conscious too
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| Why do these thoughts enter your mind?
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| There’s a warm wind blowing and the fire is glowing
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| It’s my choice to live and to die by the sword
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| The cowards have all vanished, they retreat in deep despair
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| For the enemy is more than just a beast inside the lair
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| They will never find their Savior, so oblivious to their crime
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| For the paradox of evil leads them through the night
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| They will rise, in the final hour
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| We live and die fighting by the sword
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| To prove that virtue is its own reward
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| We live and die fighting by the sword
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| There’s no surrender, the order will be restored
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| An ambush from the mountains, they attack us from behind
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| The alliance has been broken, there is no more mastermind
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| We secure our last position, with our shields and with our swords
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| But our numbers and no match against their mighty hordes
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| So they rise, and we seal our fate
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| We live and die fighting by the sword
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| To prove that virtue is its own reward
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| We live and die fighting by the sword
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| There’s no surrender, the order will be destroyed!
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| A genocide, a mortal fate
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| Release the hounds and feed the hate
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| And even in defeat, we will survive — so we
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| We live and die fighting by the sword
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| To prove that virtue is its own reward
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| We live and die fighting by the sword
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| There’s no surrender, the order will be destroyed |