| Here I stand, in the fields of insanity
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| I walk my path, the warrior’s way
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| Until my final day
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| The air is cold and the winter is drawing near
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| In the bloodstained snow, lay my shattered soul
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| Never to be whole
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| My journey started ages ago
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| Raised by hammer and sword
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| Bred to fight with the steel in my hand
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| I stand where all else will fall
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| A storm has come it has brewed for millennia
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| Let their will be done, for it has begun
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| So stay behind my shield
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| Pushing on, through the bodies and uniforms
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| I’m the last to stand, for my king and land
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| I will never fall
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| I will watch how darkness succumbs
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| With power and might I will strike
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| And when the dust has finally set
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| They will sing from heart to us all
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| He is the chosen one
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| The savior of our time
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| He fights for freedom for all
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| He roams forever free
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| Through the lines of history
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| It’s a gladiator’s tale
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| I will hunt them down and make them pay for all
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| I swore an oath to protect and to serve
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| Run, my time is an endless game
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| You can try to hide but I have you in my sight
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| He is the chosen one
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| The savior of our time
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| He fights for freedom for all
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| He is the chosen one
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| The savior of our time
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| He fights for freedom for all
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| He roams forever free
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| Through the lines of history
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| It’s a gladiator’s tale |