| Beat the warning the sound of the drums
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| Set the beacons afire for them all
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| Call to arms all the men far and wide
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| Have to fight now for dynasty pride at stake
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| The invaders repel from the north
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| Keep out nomads who came from the plains
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| Northern grasslands awash with them all
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| Blocking the tribes that invade from the south of us
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| Rallying round to the call
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| We can hear far away are the sound of distant drums
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| And they need everyone at the wall
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| So the day of our judgement has now begun to fall
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| Survive on ledges bitten in dust
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| Knowledge and virtue is stricken by lust
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| Really believe that they’re coming for us
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| Dancing on graves of those who bled for us
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| Driven away by our endless desire
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| Defeat by anger and our greatest fire
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| Attack again and try as they might
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| Hold them again and see them running
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| Rallying round to the call
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| We can hear far away are the sound of distant drums
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| And they need everyone at the wall
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| So the day of our judgement has now begun to fall
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| Hear them coming
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| Ready now we wait
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| Must be steadfast
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| Must be patient
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| Must believe in
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| That we can win
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| What will save us
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| The great wall
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| Now under siege have the real strength to hold them now
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| Have to believe that we can repel them
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| Faith in the years our ancestors taught us
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| Have the belief that we can protect the wall
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| Try if they can we will overthrow them
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| Fight to the last they can never own us
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| Battle of wills we’ll fight to the last man
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| Honour our dead so they never fought in vain
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| Hold our fortune
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| Avenge the merciful
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| Hold the great wall
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| Never fall again
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| Arrows falling
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| Dark oblivion
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| Live in spirit
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| Live to tell our sons
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| Rallying round to the call
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| We can hear far away are the sound of distant drums
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| And they need everyone at the wall
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| So the day of our judgement has now begun to fall |