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Languid waves of desperation |
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Fall before the rains |
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A vanguard to approaching war |
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Is borne upon the sea |
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The icy breath of cyclones bent |
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On waging our destruction |
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Drills hard against the hearts of heroes |
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Called here to defend |
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I see storms on the horizon |
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I see the tempest at the gates |
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I see storms on the horizon |
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And a citadel alone |
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Clinging brave defying fate |
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And I will stand here at the gates to face the onslaught fighting |
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Without surrender or defeat |
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With Troy besieged by tyrants' greed - (tyranny) |
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In Hector's memory, |
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God willing |
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We shall save this victory |
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Without surrender or defeat |
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Sudden silence - |
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I realize |
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Breaking teardrops in the rain |
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With every breathing moment |
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The pillars are sustained |
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Waking hands attached to nothing |
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Tightly clutching close |
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Each sleeping vision speaks unheard |
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And heaven only knows (exactly why) |
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Paris' arrow landed true |
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Paris' arrow landed true |
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Paris' arrow landed true |
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Down upon your heel... |
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This Troy |
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She will not fall again |
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This Troy |
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She will not fall |