| Sailing on a sea of trouble, our backs are to the sun
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| The thickest fog we’ve ever seen fell without a sound
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| We’re up against an ancient force that’s never been brought down
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| A tired king, a desperate land, broken and burden bound
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| Forwarding into battle is when we come alive
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| Sharpened swords and eyes cold as ice
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| The fear we face we know we may not survive
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| Only death can stop the fire burning in our hearts
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| Stepping onto foreign sand
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| A naked child runs our way bringing blood upon his hands
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| An ancient evil that all men dread
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| We hope and pray for the angel of death
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| The night has come we lie in wait watching with all eyes
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| The silence of the midnight hour waiting for a sign
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| Shadows pass within the walls we never would have seen
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| If not for the chosen prince the man from the east
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| Caught out in the rain side by side we fight
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| Letting all the hate the fury rise
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| Driving hard as thunder cracks up in the sky
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| Only death can stop the fire burning in our hearts
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| Hunting down the enemy
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| Beyond the cliffs we find the lair, the home of the beasts
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| Walking in so silently
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| They had no clue we walked among them dead in their sleep
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| The light of day is here again
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| The curse is lifted, now we set our sails to the west
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| As we sail back home again
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| We see the king sitting on his throne with sword in his hand |