| Fire is raging on the battlefield
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| while arwald is fighting the war of the kings
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| the army of dargor, the thunder, the storm
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| so people are calling the brave and his sword
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| no time left to save the wise throne!
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| Shades of a past not so far to forget…
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| the rise of the demons from their bloody hell!
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| So come mighty warrior to light the last hope
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| for Tharos the dragon and your cosmic soul…
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| Now handle your emerald sword!
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| For Ancelot
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| the ancient cross of war
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| for the holy town of gods
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| gloria, gloria perpetua
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| in this dawn of victory
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| The ride of the dead and their practice of pain
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| is pounding in him as a terrific quake
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| you’re closer and closer, now follow the smell
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| with your holy armor and the steel in your hand
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| fly angel of bloody revenge!
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| For Ancelot
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| the ancient cross of war
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| for the holy town of gods
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| gloria, gloria perpetua
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| in this dawn of victory
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| Tragic and furious the clash of the steel of the gods
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| that so magic the power, the sword in his valorous hands
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| Oceans of fire are blasting the throne of the demons
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| and from distant red skies and thunders are calling his name
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| the name of the master of pain
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| For Ancelot
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| the ancient cross of war
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| for the holy town of gods
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| gloria, gloria perpetua
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| in this dawn of victory…
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| Gloria, gloria perpetua
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| In this dawn of victory!!! |