| Men die of old, that’s the way life intended
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| Folk should not beg for hope
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| Wealth to the Lords, drink their wine, fill their bellies
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| No feast for us this night
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| Gather the men meet at dawn
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| Come find your way in this world
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| We rise for the blood of the King
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| The time to be heard will begin
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| Stand tall we will never give in
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| Into the future
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| Statues of gold, towers high as the mountains
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| Whispers of rituals old
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| Long have we groaned, with no hope for tomorrow
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| Fingers worn to the bone
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| Gather the men meet at dawn
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| Come force your way in this world
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| We rise for the blood of the King
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| The time to be heard will begin
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| Stand tall we will never give in
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| Into the future
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| We rise at the edge of the world
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| Our tale soon to be told
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| Listen to me I’m not God but free
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| Now, on the dawn of a new day
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| As twilight stalks the earth
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| It’s the age of modern men
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| It’s the age of our rebirth
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| Raise your glass to victory
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| Make a toast for we are free
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| It’s the age of modern men
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| Dream of the lands beyond the sea
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| All the stories of the world
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| It’s the age of modern men
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| It’s the age of our rebirth
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| Raise your glass to victory
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| Make a toast for we are free
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| It’s the age of modern men
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| We rise for the blood of the King
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| The time to be heard will begin
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| Stand tall we will never give in
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| Into the future
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| We rise at the edge of the world
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| Our tale soon to be told
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| Listen to me I’m not God but free |