| Legend tells of a man
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| A warrior without a name
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| On the path that he walked
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| There was no beauty to behold
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| On a cold and starry night
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| Amidst trees in an old forest he stood
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| Crying out his longing to the winds
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| Cursing the gods up high
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| A lone warrior he was
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| His heart destined to break
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| Memories of gruesome deeds
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| Embedded into his mind
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| Longing for the infinite sea
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| He would rush to the shores
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| But nothing could satisfy
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| The desire deep in his soul
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| His sword cut down many men
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| No living foe was beyond his skill
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| Yet mighty though he was
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| He could not quell the conflict within
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| A lone warrior he was
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| His faith bound to falter
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| Memories of gruesome deeds
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| Embedded into his mind
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| Longing for the infinite sea
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| He would rush to the shores
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| But nothing could satisfy
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| The desire deep in his soul
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| Days turned into months
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| As he waited for salvation
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| Though it would never come
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| Months turned into years
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| No one could save
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| His poor lonely soul
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| Legend tells of a man
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| A warrior without a name
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| Who led a life of the sword
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| And left behind him a bloody trail
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| Standing now a faithless man
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| He had invoked the wrath of the gods
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| He recklessly went to fight a losing battle
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| The battle that would finally claim his life
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| A lone warrior he was
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| His heart destined to break
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| Memories of gruesome deeds
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| Embedded into his mind
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| He lived a life of the sword
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| And as a warrior he would die
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| Slain on the field of battle
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| That was his sad fate |