| In quest of honour, the call has come
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| Removal self-doubt, must be done
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| Leaving darkness, one by one
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| Within the cold dread, crouch alone
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| Last standing deep in the night
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| Inflamed with rage
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| Disgrace a result of lethargy
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| Disdain the command of exemption
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| Enforced by torture, this step has failed
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| Imagine gallows, a light foreseen
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| The legend guardsmen, their pride is grained
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| Truss collapsing, neurosis deemed
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| Last standing deep in the night
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| Inflamed with rage
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| Disgrace a result of lethargy
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| Disdain the command of exemption
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| The raid is over, the clouds are gone
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| The time of sorrow should overcome
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| But nasty feeling, but sad recall
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| Never fall into oblivion
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| Last standing deep in the night
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| Inflamed with rage
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| Disgrace a result of lethargy
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| Disdain the command of exemption |