| Flies to where old dragons are lying
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| The cry for the triumph for my magic sword
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| Burns the pride of my mighty conscience
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| While rises the scepter of our wise lord
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| So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
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| The fury of my war
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| The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
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| The scream for the eternal
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| Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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| You will taste the blade of the ancient sword… and
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| Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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| Led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords
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| Dead, laments and unholy sorrow
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| The heads of the fallen are staining the snow
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| May this be the last hated cruel war
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| I’m looking at my skies but they answer not!
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| So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
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| The fury of my war
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| The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
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| The scream for the eternal
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| Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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| You will taste the blade of the ancient sword… and
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| Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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| Led by hundred of mighty and fallen lords
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| Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of
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| Holy victory
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| Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly
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| Cosmic enemy
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| Steel all around for the king and his crown
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| Winds of the dawn are caressing us all…
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| Ancelot smiles at the knights' epic cry
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| Thanks to the old and their emerald sword
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| The kingdom is now hailing the triumph over Dargor
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| And he the man from Loregard he stands in front of
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| All… of all! |