| Morning dew and beams of the sunrise
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| This is life! |
| I’m one with the landscape
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| We’re on the hunt, just like our ancestors
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| Seal the bond between man and beast alike
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| Such silence, the moment is shattered by a helpless scream
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| Nothing but blood
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| United through the ties of common faunal bloodlines
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| Nothing but blood
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| A line of heritage woven through the fabric of life
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| Out of breath, and now paralyzed by the stunning sight of a brown bear so
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| fearsome
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| Its cornered prey -- a scavenging pilgrim
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| Pounding heart, adrenaline starts to course
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| Your moment, your window of opportunity to shine
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| Nothing but blood
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| I step between the two and stare the creature down
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| Nothing but blood
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| My blade is shimmering as the bear begins to charge
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| Flowing, the wounds of myself and the bear flow
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| You can’t tell whose blood belongs to who
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| The soil is steaming
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| It’s drinking deep the blood
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| A heaving, a straining
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| The wall of bones and fur falls down
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| Nothing but blood
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| My sword becomes a cane as I survey the carnage
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| Nothing but blood
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| The pilgrim has his life, but have I still the strength to lead?
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| Antioch -- I’m grievously wounded
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| «Rest, lord! |
| Your men will wait for you to recover»
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| Guitar Solo 1: Tony
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| Guitar Solo 2: Michael |