| The flag that I once planted as a king I abandoned
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| And now I reclaim this banner by god, my sword, and my name
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| In a truce sealed by blood within this metal skin and all that I own
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| Blood, bone, and courage in my veins, and the heart that pumps it Drink from the chalice and be reborn
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| And the land with me, it will change and transform
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| A fighting, am sworn to the quest it is doom of man that they forget
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| I have awoken the dragon and all around me the mist of his breath
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| God and evil, there never is one without the other, his brother
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| Always there where I least expect it, it will burn me to cinders
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| The futures taken root in the present sun
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| Don’t look into my heart into my heart, least of all your own
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| No man who is false can win in combat against the truth
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| When he lies he murders some part of the world,
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| We must find out what was lost
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| Hearth and home, wife and child were not for me, I was not yet done
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| I never knew how empty my soul was until it was refilled
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| Mad distemper strikes both beggars and kings
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| The necromancer’s hard teachings of war and quest
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| I am given the right to bear arms and power to meet justice
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| I have lived through others for far to long,
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| And carried my guilt, my causes, my sins
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| I hope in the hereafter when I owe no more to the future
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| That I can be just a man |