| A haze of doubt surrounds my thoughts as I hide
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| From my fate, for I’m not ready to die
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| I’ve given my heart and soul for my sword
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| But the path seems obscured
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| Was the vow I’ve given for my life absolute lie
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| Shameful acts create a void
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| Tearing me down
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| I try to reach my pride
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| But I just run
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| I try to be so strong
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| But I fail
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| One must never flee, (if the world is burning)
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| You will find a comrade of your blade, do not hesitate
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| One must never fall, (for the views of the weak)
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| By giving your blood for the steel, you’re reborn, saved, unrestrained
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| The end of the line, the end of me draws nigh
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| Rage flows through me as I wonder why
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| I cannot hold my hate, I’m condemned in shame
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| For the code of war I am merely a man
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| One must never flee, (if the world is burning)
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| You will find a comrade of your blade, do not hesitate
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| One must never fall, (for the views of the weak)
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| By giving your blood for the steel, you’re reborn, saved, unrestrained |