| Ready for the glory and for the fight
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| Against the fire we ride
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| Covered with blood and steel for our pride
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| We take the winds of doom on our side
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| High horns play for the lion’s heart
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| Strong is the blow that strike to the start
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| Defences are ready along the line
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| the fear of the roar will show you its shine
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| Riding in the wind side by side
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| For the lion’s glory through time
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| Taking the way in the plain now we can
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| We are marching on the northern land
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| Holy is the road that leads to God
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| As sacred is the path to protect the weak
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| Freedom is a treasure that must be defended
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| Epic is the sound that will praise our deeds
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| Strong is the wind that come from the sea
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| To rule on all these lands and to bring the gain
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| Power and mighty come from our claws
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| Now waves the lion’s flag from these high walls
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| Riding in the wind side by side
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| For the lion’s glory thought the time
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| Taking the way in the plain now we can
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| We are marching on the northern land |