| Long ago this kingdom was peaceful and content
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| Now there is death everywhere, plague in the air
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| Maidens, children, and priests none are spared
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| Why our neighboring rivals not suffering the same cursed affair
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| Hold the cure they do but share it with others they rue
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| Sent to plead for aid our envoy struck down from behind
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| Villainy and strife burn in their hearts
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| As we cry for mercy they yell charge
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| Valor
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| On a quest for valor
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| Heal us
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| Searching for the cure
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| Kingdom
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| It must become pure
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| Outnumbered
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| Still we fight for sure
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| Over jagged mountains and across stormy seas
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| Frozen and starving we fend off dreadful beasts
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| Reach medicine man of the dark forest
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| As the wise one takes his dying breath
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| Famished, the arduous search intensifies
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| Yearning, through dessert sun the horses have died
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| Despair, brothers turn their backs abandoning the cause
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| Realization, is all hope lost?
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| Feel… so weak…
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| Is this… the end?
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| Noooo!!!
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| March to the heart of the enemy fortress
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| We will take the cure by brute force
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| Blades clash, blood is spilled
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| Blades clash, many killed
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| Valor
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| On our quest for valor
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| Healed us
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| Found the cure
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| Kingdom
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| Has again become pure
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| Outnumbered
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| Yet we did endure
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| Our quest for valor
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| Quest for valor
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| Valor… |