| Standing there on the mountain top
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| She was looking down motionless and shocked
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| Thousands of giant men were marching to invade
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| The battle would begin
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| And death cried out but she refused to flee now
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| She prepared to fight against the crowd
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| And she raised her sword
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| And her battle cry resounded near and far
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| Beauty in the storm fighting for the shrine of Ama
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| The sound of blades and steel — her tune of hope was real
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| Blood was shed and many soldiers died
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| Rough the scene — inglorious and wild
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| Then out of night and day thousands of creatures came
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| To fight on Xiphea’s side
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| And death cried out but they refused to flee now
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| They prepared to fight against the crowd
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| And she raised her sword
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| And her battle cry resounded near and far
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| Beauty in the storm fighting for the shrine of Ama
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| Our legend says that she raised her sword… |