| I fought the battle but all it did was lead me here
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| Caught up in the moment that I realized I’d been fighting for the wrong team
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| The kind that’s lead by kings who only wish to see their schemes
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| Come to fruition and nothing more
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| Sacrifice them all and leave them dying on the floor
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| Perched high on their thrones we’re left as ash and bone
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| Another victory for the king of woe
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| Lo and behold
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| Now call to arms spread his plague
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| Burn the land and dig their graves
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| When you’re high I am low
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| Caught up in the undertow
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| If there’s a chance to see the sun
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| I’d give it all
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| Rising up, rise again
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| I know this can’t be the end
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| If there’s a chance to see the sun
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| I’d give it all
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| We tear the life from them and paint the sky a fearsome shade of crimson red
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| Once my blade has been drawn there is no longer hope
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| For those who dare oppose the king of woe
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| By now they know just how far he will go
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| To claim what’s rightfully his
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| Until the bitter end
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| Until the bitter end
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| Until, until!
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| When you’re high I am low
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| Caught up in the undertow
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| If there’s a chance to see the sun
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| I’d give it all
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| Rising up, rise again
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| I know this can’t be the end
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| If there’s a chance to see the sun
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| I’d give it all
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| This is the price we paid, chivalry is dead
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| This is the price we paid, chivalry is dead
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| (Oooh)
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| The king of woe
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| Lo and behold
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| Now call to arms spread his plague
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| Burn the land and dig their graves
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| When you’re high I am low
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| Caught up in the undertow
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| If there’s a chance to see the sun
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| I’d give it all
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| Rising up, rise again
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| I know this can’t be the end
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| If there’s a chance to see the sun
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| I’d give it all
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| This is the price we paid, chivalry is dead
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| This is the price we paid, chivalry is dead |