| In the begining of the medieval centuries
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| ten warriors of steel had been on the path of glory to safe the ruined land
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| from an evil beast…
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| On their way back home, after a dreadful
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| fight, they 're chanting for the victims
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| they 're lost in the war…
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| But the fire still burns…
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| Forever they’re fighting
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| on their way for the «HOLY SWORD»
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| together they’re crying
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| for the victims they’ve lost in the war
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| BRIDGE:
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| For justice they had to die
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| and in their heart it burns
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| this feeling they got from a never ending fire
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| There’s thunder and lightning
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| on their way back home from that war
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| such glory so inviting
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| feeling sorrow in all of their hearts
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| BRIDGE
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| Together it makes them cry
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| and in their heart it burns
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| this feeling they got from a never ending fire
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| There’s thunder and lightning
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| in trust and hope they are riding
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| and in their hearts it burns
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| this feeling they got from a song
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| CHOIR:
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| We 're fighting here in this glory ride
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| for HOLY SWORD again
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| a proudly soul in a crying heart
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| we never have to shame
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| As the years pass by you can live and try
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| to forget about the past
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| for justice we call
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| we stand one for all
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| the HOLY SWORD is riding again |