| Every blade laid to rest through Death’s shrineless remedy
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| Every stain marks the test of each timeless memory
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| When the last breath is aired from this soulless sorcery
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| As we’re born we return here alone
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| Do the souls manifest themselves anger and mistrust
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| When the lives that they cherished so easily were crushed
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| As they’re born so they perish and crumble into dust
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| So the gods call their warriors home
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| Pure melody, raw threnody
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| Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal
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| Born to the shield, sword and the steel
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| Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields
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| Every season is signless for legions of the grave
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| As the years fall behind us the centuries remain
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| But our hearts still remind us so proud and unashamed
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| What a legend we carved in the stone
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| Pure melody, raw threnody
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| Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal
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| Born to the shield, sword and the steel
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| Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields
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| Do the eyes on the endless horizon wait for me
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| Will she die never knowing how much she meant to me
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| Will the love that I gave her be all she’ll ever need
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| What remains when the spirits have flown
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| Pure melody, raw threnody
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| Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal
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| Born to the shield, sword and the steel
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| Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields |