| When I was a young man, I was proud, I was brave.
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| I punished, I conquered and won every race.
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| Through the Fields. |
| I was holding my banner high.
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| But Then I got older, took a house and a wive.
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| The long war was over, years of peace have passed by.
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| But now again, the warbells ring through the night.
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| The enemy is strong and high in number.
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| Now my fellow brothers call my name.
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| I can’t sit and wait, I want to die in a battle.
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| With my Brothers. |
| Ride through the land!
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| I was born with an iron will
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| Chosen by the stars.
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| I shall conquer an I shall kill.
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| My return to the fields of war.
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| In years of prosperity I lived like a lord.
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| But now peace is over, so bring me my sword.
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| I am old, but my will is stong as steel.
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| The feeling of power comes back to my bones,
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| I still feel the magic when I ride through the ruins.
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| I know, the bloodlust is still in me.
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| Awaiting the call of the gods,
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| he rode through the battlefield like thunder pounding loud and wild.
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| The wolves were howling,
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| while he was holding his sword up in the sky.
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| His Battlecry was echoing on the mountains round the valley
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| And he shouted: «Hail to my Brothers, the enemies shall die!!!» |