| You are gazing at the stars — high above there is a path
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| Leading over sleeping hills to the blood red battlefields,
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| All the prayers for the knight, all the tears for your child
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| Never make your son return, deep inside you know — he’s gone.
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| Soon I’ll be fallen from grace,
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| But my home lies beyond the misty waves,
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| Way of Hera, carry my farewell
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| To my homeland!
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| Deeds of bold will never die, distant stars in stormy sky,
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| Shine forever and a day, take my last words far away.
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| Though I long to break these chains and live life once again,
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| War ends, my hour strikes, only glory never dies.
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| One more time the sun will rise, dawn will close somebody’s eyes,
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| If the crystal stars could wait, if they only wouldn’t fade…
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| If the doom could stay asleep, if the death relaxed his grip,
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| I could see my native land, where the winds so freely chant.
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| Soon I’ll be fallen from grace,
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| But my home lies beyond the misty waves,
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| Way of Hera, carry my farewell
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| To my homeland.
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| Execution’s drawing near,
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| Hope’s lost forevermore,
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| But we greet the day and sing.
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| This majestic joyful hymn
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| Burns the hearts of our foes.
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| Where fear’s chased, there stays a pride,
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| I follow the starlight.
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| And no matter if heads roll,
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| Realms of heaven call the souls.
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| (Star roads call the souls) |