| Behold the signs of the never-ending war
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| The furious screams of the gods
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| As the nightfall sets to the distance
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| The blood of the warriors light the sky
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| This moment is ready to be ruined
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| By those who dishonor the blade
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| As he looks into their eyes he sees fear;
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| The bleeding wounds are no excuse
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| No Excuse!
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| Even those who lead the way
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| Show fear in their hearts
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| Time has come for the One to rise
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| To show where courage is, when it can’t be found
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| The birth of the child of war
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| The one who will define the way
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| For those who shall be carrying the blade till the end of days
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| Fate only smiles to the wise
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| Who put themselves aside
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| Who are ready to die, embrace the form
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| Of honor in its purest form
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| The honor of dying
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| As you’re holding the sword
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| Fight!
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| Like the last man in the night
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| Holding the front alone, and the
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| Fear!
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| Shall be no more if the one’s prepared
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| To hold the sword
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| Hold the sword!
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| Fight!
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| Like the last man in the night
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| Holding the front alone, and the
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| Fear!
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| Shall be no more if the one’s prepared
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| To hold the sword
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| Hold the sword!
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| Tales shall be written in his honor, his
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| Cause will define a man. |
| The strongest of all
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| Will bow to him, the child of the god of war |