| Down through the lands of the ice,
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| over the seas and winds of the north,
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| riding the waves of the fear,
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| knights of the enemy lands will invade
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| Heroes are coming back
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| moving the hymns to the moon.
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| White stars, our friends,
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| look for the gods of the war!
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| There’s nothing that heroes can’t do,
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| the stars and the moon are upon this brave heart.
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| Their rise will bend the fate of these lands.
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| Ride
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| Over the enchanted woods
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| Over the lakes of the blood
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| Over the pride of our life
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| in solemn rise!
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| Hearing the roars of the thunder
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| I see the dead men crashed on the ground.
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| Angels of death now are raiding,
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| enemy falls in the reign of god Er
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| Growing fear is ruling while the invaders attack,
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| the keepers of the time are going to decide the end
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| Ride
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| Over the enchanted woods
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| Over the lakes of the blood
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| Over the pride of our life
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| in solemn rise! |