| Throughout endless dimensions of time
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| Must a father call
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| On the back of one-million beasts, he rides the sky
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| He’s finally returned
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| Our king is back
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| Swords and maces clash
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| As armies meet their fate
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| Dragons fight the field
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| Like raging storms of hate
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| Pendragon’s breath unleashed
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| Yelling for a fight
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| Doomed his undead rider
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| Who was once a noble knight
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| The vessel in his hand
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| To blind the enemies
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| The brightness of the Grail
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| Forced whole armies to their knees
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| Its magic coats the field
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| Glory to the Grail!
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| First fell of gloom
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| Seemed brighter than a day
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| When thousand men fell on their knees
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| Blinded by the brightness of the Grail
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| Magic spread upon the field
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| Never should their mighty army fail
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| Mercy on us — there’s blood on the field
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| Have mercy — there’s blood on my shield
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| There’s blood on his shield — have mercy
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| Mercy on us — there’s blood on the field
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| Have mercy — there’s blood on my shield
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| First blood on his shield — have mercy
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| Lightnings split the sky
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| Above the battlefield
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| But after days of endless rage
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| The king refused to yield
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| Down — rush the dragon down
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| Smoke turned into flames
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| But still the king would hold his sword
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| And stand to fight again
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| My sword will guide you through the storm
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| My light will lead you through this war
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| And may it be our final day
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| We have not lived in vain
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| Mercy on us — there’s blood on the field
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| Have mercy — there’s blood on my shield
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| There’s blood on his shield — have mercy
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| Mercy on us — there’s blood on the field
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| Have mercy — there’s blood on my shield
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| First blood on his shield — have mercy
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| Silence — is his only companion
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| As he walks on in the moon glow
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| Silence — as he’s passing all the graves
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| Of those who are long gone
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| In the red snow
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| Glory to thee — oh mightiest of all
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| Thee who bled — thee who suffered
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| And heeded the call
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| Hail valiant king — we raise our Grail
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| To thy crown — to thy kingdom
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| Our quest shall not fail
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| Omens of time — that may lay ahead
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| Full of pain — full of tears
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| Years of sorrow and dread
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| «Nor yet beyond reason or hope shall we fall
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| All things have their season and mercy crowns all!» |