| Born in a place where freedom was killed
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| Living for truth and fighting invaders
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| Over the hills, you’re absolving all sins
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| The holy cross is your eternal power
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| You’re the master of all believers
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| But in your veins your blood is not the same
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| You’re the only one, you’re the chosen one
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| You’re the protector of the sacred territory
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| In your eyes the fear does not exist
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| But the pain your feel is always there
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| The quest of your life ends in battlefields
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| Cause you can’t forget you lost princess
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| Dragonson you are the child of death
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| Dragonson you’ve been defending the faith
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| Black moon army’s coming to your frontier
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| You’ll never accept these lost souls in your countries
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| You’ve promised them desperate cries
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| And you’ll give them pain and dying in agony
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| With the power of a warrior god
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| They will burn in the arms of your holy flames
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| The light of liberty will forever shine
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| The chaos and tyranny will always be your enemies
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| In your eyes the fear does not exist
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| But the pain your feel is always there
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| The quest of your life ends in battlefields
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| Cause you can’t forget you lost princess
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| Dragonson you are the child of death
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| Dragonson you’ve been defending the faith
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| Your name will always live in the hearts of men
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| Only your magic kingdom had never been invaded
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| Some may say that you were the beast
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| They named you also Dracula, ooh!
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| Dragonson you are the child of death
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| Dragonson you’ve been defending the faith
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| Dragonson you are the child of death
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| Dragonson you’ve been defending the faith |