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Cry my love for |
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I shall not return. |
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Into battle |
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I must leave and death awaits me there. |
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As a hero not a coward |
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I want my name to stand. |
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The cross has robed our life - |
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At least I will now die standing. |
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I refuse and deny a human coward to be my rightful god. |
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Was it not time and wisdom that shaped me to be a man. |
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So if my life must now end, |
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I am ready to leave this world. |
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We are few but they are thousands. |
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Should I not return back home, my blade |
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I leave to my beloved son. |
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Eye to eye, heart by heart - |
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At the break of the dawn the last and only battle will be fought. |
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Men of war, mages and our ancestors, all as one will fight until the sun returns. |