| Burning, still yearning
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| For answers to come, to riddles that prey on my mind
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| They’re cheaters, deceivers
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| Taming the flames, hearts full of grief, full of lies
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| Never let them win
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| There’s a hall clad in gold way up high
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| A reward for the warriors who die
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| Few are chosen, many will try
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| It’s the grim, great God who will decide
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| Who will decide
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| Mistreated, feel cheated
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| The sorrows all night threaten to bring us all down
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| Now to battle, run to glory
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| The warrior’s way at least lets you die with some pride
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| Final hope still speaks
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| There’s a hall clad in gold way up high
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| A reward for the warriors who die
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| Few are chosen, many will try
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| It’s the grim, great God who will decide
|
| There’s a hall clad in gold way up high
|
| A reward for the warriors who die
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| Few are chosen, many will try
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| It’s the grim, great God who will decide
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| Who will decide
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| Who will decide |