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From my infinite journey I, at last, return |
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To my native lands, of the ancient gods of old |
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Under a boulder I found the legendary great horn |
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The moment is here to fight for the harp of gold. |
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Warriors |
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From all of the nation come to answer the call |
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Warriors |
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The moment of truth is here, the nation calls. |
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Its magical power I will release onto the land |
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And summon the army at my father's command. |
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Foes as black as bog oak and brown as wet sand |
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The nation arises once again, a proud last stand. |
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Warriors |
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From all of the nation come to answer the call |
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Warriors |
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The moment of truth is here, the nation calls. |
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And what I thought was destined to remain a memory |
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Before my eyes became splendid truth |
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All the heroes of the tales of old are now gathered |
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By the sound of the Great Horn. |
