| Marching on bloody green fields
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| No one stood alive when our flag
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| Was defied by oblivious lords
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| We have carried all the secrets
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| Kings have trusted us
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| Until they reach their final destination
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| Time has gone by
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| A thousand years we survived
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| All who tried to defend
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| Their fields could not stand, cause we are
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| Burning all the flags
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| Red blood is our cross
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| And our path
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| Burning all the flags
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| Honor in our blood
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| Or our death’s last breath
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| The flag will fade to red if secrets are not shown
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| find the white flag’s master and tell about the gold
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| We just won’t live our lives if secrets are not told
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| Find the white flag’s master and tell about the gold
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| Gold of desire
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| They said their souls, they sold our flag
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| Gold, gold of desire
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| To have their own, our secret’s told
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| We ride faster than the wind to reveal to our master
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| Let him judge and start a merciless hunt, yeah
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| All who spotted our flag were then judged by the master
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| all who sold the flag have not lived anymore
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| Something in my heart, something in my soul
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| Tell me I won’t reach the master’s home
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| Something in the dark is chilling out my spine
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| Fuck! |
| They’ve trapped me on this dead end road |