| We spent a decade building
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| A band of brothers to the bone, and it showed
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| From the reef’s kiss calling to the resistance rise we wrote
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| We walked through fire blind
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| The march echoes for all time
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| But now the seasons changing
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| The turning tide
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| I’ve raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike
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| We honed a humble phalanx
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| To raze the arrogance in foes, and it showed
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| We found a fraud in a Bishop, and built a nation of flawed sons
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| We walked through fire blind
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| The march echoes for all time
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| But now the seasons changing
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| The turning tide
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| I’ve raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike
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| And though my vessels lone-manned with brazen broken hull
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| The waves will never take an armored archer core, an armored archer core
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| A means to believe
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| A reverie I couldn’t reach
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| Never made a difference to me
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| Go on, our brother
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| You’ve only just begun
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| Live long with honor
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| From our fire you are born
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| But now the seasons changing
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| The turning tide
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| I’ve raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike
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| And though my vessels lone-manned with brazen broken hull
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| The waves will never take an armored archer core
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| But now the seasons changing
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| The turning tide I’ve raised my sail to coming storm or calm alike
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| Storm or calm alike, storm or calm alike |