| Tonight we ride for victory against a worthy foe
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| Onward to the bitter fields of battle now we go
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| Children cry in misery, their houses burn
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| Daughters, wives and mothers now lament for our return
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| We only hope to live to see the morning sun
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| This raging battle shall be won
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| Storming the gates of Evermore
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| Invaders from unfriendly shores
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| Their fallen sons be our reward
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| Stoking the mighty flames of war
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| Deafening, our battle cry as soldiers join the fray
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| Wizards casting spells to keep our mighty force at bay
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| Swordsmen clash and beasts attack
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| With madness in their eyes
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| Bastards closing in but this is not our day to die
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| We hold the fate of our own kingdom in our hands
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| We seize control and take command
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| Storming the gates of Evermore
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| Invaders from unfriendly shores
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| Their fallen sons be our reward
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| Stoking the mighty flames of war
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| Now the day belongs to us, our enemies retreat
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| Send them back from whence they came, their heads hung in defeat
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| Back upon our horses as we make the journey home
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| Those who try to conquer us shall reap what they have sown
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| The sun is rising and the darkness fades away
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| We live to fight another day
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| Storming the gates of Evermore
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| Invaders from unfriendly shores
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| Their fallen sons be our reward
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| Stoking the mighty flames of war |