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O mighty war Gods, mist-breathing doorkeepers of the Otherworld--Hearken now my last words |
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Into battle I must, the fray I shall embrace and with sword of bronze I will fight our enemies! |
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Come with us--fight steadfast |
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Rivers run red with blood! |
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Freedom calls--thunder rolls |
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Make them pay ere we die! |
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Brooding in silence lost in the deep serenity of the woodland glade |
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The bonfire crackles |
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The stream is flowing tranquil |
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I want my son to remember me a hero--not a coward |
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Come with us--fight steadfast |
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Rivers run red with blood! |
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Freedom calls--thunder rolls |
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Make them pay ere we die! |
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My bow of yew and my hounds I leave unto thee my son, for I shall not know the pride watching your first hunt |
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Goddess mother, under thy protection I leave my beloved wife |
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Dry her tears and comfort for I shall not return to keep her warm |
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Against the legions of Rome there can be no victory |
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So we only ask of the Morrigan for a warrior's death |
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Holy thunder, fires of Taranis |
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We know not fear, pain or defeat! |
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Spears can pierce, run my body through |
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Yet my spirit shall forever fight! |
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When I die I will to the sky |
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Where the Gods shall welcome me as kin! |