| Without fear we sail: a curse or a desire, who can tell?
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| The vastness of the ocean is calling once again
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| Deep down inside this lonely heart we keep the island
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| Home of the brave, where pale rocks meets the sea
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| Like raging waves we strike, out of the mist
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| As the moon shines on the open waters
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| Nuragic breed
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| The sound of our name brings terror to the coast
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| Soldiers of fortune with no mercy and souls of black
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| From blood red fields of dust to eastern bounds
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| From the great Sphinx in the land of Egypt to Israel
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| Under a stranger sky a thousand miles we walked
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| Born for the struggle we bend the knee to no one
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| People of the sea
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| A brotherhood of bronze and salt
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| Dreadful war, by your side we all live and die
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| Glory bound, onward we march!
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| Screams!
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| As the twisted dance of destruction and pain we join
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| Praise!
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| Behold the glory of these warriors, fighting 'till the end
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| Hail the Sherden
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| Raise the spears
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| Laugh into the face of death!
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| Fight or fall!
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| We sail on
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| In the final hour spare us your rites
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| The only prayer we will need
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| Is made of leather and bronze:
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| The sword shall guide the spirit through the dark |