| Prominent I stand as I lead my men to war
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| With banners held high «we'll waste 'em all» I swore
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| I seek within myself, find no fear as we march
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| God of eight banners by our side, the soil beneath our feet will parch
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| Ahead!
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| I scream as we draw our swords
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| Tonight!
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| Death claims every single soul
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| But mine
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| The blood stains the ground
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| But upon my honor I’ll return!
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| The blades cut so deep
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| But upon my honor I’ll return!
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| Five thousand arrows pierce me
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| But upon my honor I’ll return!
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| The light before me fades away
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| But Upon my honor I’ll return!
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| Victorious we’ll return!
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| Impaled I stand they
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| Want to see me fall
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| Their hands tremble
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| I’m ready to face 'em all
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| Smile on my face, I approach
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| Their formation weak
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| One by one they turn around
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| Scared, I made them retreat
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| The cries of men held a sweet promise
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| Of their defeat
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| I walked among the chaos witnessing
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| The August Star O Heaven coming down
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| The earth shook as he laid his feet to the ground
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| Watching me with pride, for I brought him
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| A true harmony of blood
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| Ahead!
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| I scream as we wield our swords
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| Hold the line!
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| I shout as we face their hordes
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| Ahead!
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| I scream with blood filled lungs
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| Tonight!
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| We will claim every single soul
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| With pride
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| The blood stains the ground
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| The blades cut so deep
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| Five thousand arrows pierce me
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| But upon my honor I’ll return!
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| The light before me fades away
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| But Upon my honor I’ll return!
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| Victorious we’ll return! |