| I live, in a world pervaded with envy
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| No honour, no courage
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| The table is turned, the weak overpower the strong
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| The valor of men
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| Is now mesaured by wealth
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| Shame…
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| If i close my eyes I can dream of a land
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| Where the life got a sense
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| Maybe harder but worth to be lived
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| Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home
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| Fresh breeze caressing my soul
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| Feeling alive for the kiss of the sun
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| Revel the fury of a fight, the challenge of hunt, the glory of war
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| The chains of society repress every instinct and inner strenght
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| Rage…
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| I’m tired to feel out of place
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| Surrounded by cowards and worms
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| Exiled, insulted
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| This world is rotting in the muck of civility weakness and ease
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| It’s a world with no heroes a world with no kings
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| Nothing around me makes sense
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| Everything seems so wrong
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| If I close my eyes I can dream of a land
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| Where the life got a sense
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| Maybe harder but worth to be lived
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| Where the heart of a warrior can feel at home
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| I won’t surrender to thoose wrong rules
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| I still believe in my values
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| I follow the old path
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| Fresh breeze caressing my soul
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| Feeling alive for the kiss of the sun
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| Revel the fury of a fight, the challenge of hunt, the glory of war
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| In this empty world there is no glory in victory
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| Walkyries don’t come down again
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| Weapons of today despise every ability
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| Every scoundrel can call himself brave
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| I won’t surrender to thoose wrong rules
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| My heart is the last shadow of an ancient world
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| Tied to the ruins of what i feel mine |