| On a cold and misty night,
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| a ring of torches light the hallowed ground
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| where his father’s laid to rest
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| In the reflection of a sword
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| he sees his destiny and he swears up to the sky —
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| «You will not have died in vain»
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| On the field — with sword and shield
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| amidst the din of dying man’s wails
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| War is waged — and the battle will rage
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| until only the righteous prevail
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| From the shadows comes a man,
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| returning to his land — Winds of change
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| taint the sweet smell of home
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| And all around him, he can see
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| the pain and misery
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| this tyrant’s reign is through
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| «I will stand and fight… Will you?»
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| A heart of gold pumps within his metal skin
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| A noble line he carries on On the field — with sword and shield
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| amidst the din of dying man’s wails
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| War is waged — and the battle will rage
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| until only the righteous prevail
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| I wish to stay… to be here with you
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| You were my strength… How can I go on?
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| On the field — with sword and shield
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| amidst the din of dying man’s wails
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| War is waged — and the battle will rage
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| until only the righteous
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| only the righteous
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| only the righteous prevail |