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From inside a large plan glade |
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From where seems the sun to rise |
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Echoe tunes of songs of battle |
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Which lull thousand weapons in air |
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And dance axes and swords |
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Rumble the tinkling of blades |
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Roar a pandemonium of voices |
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Warriors shout outcries on winds |
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Exult their immortal olden prides |
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And dance axes and swords |
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Blood rain from their bodies |
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As the dance envoles |
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Grass turns from green o red |
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Sun is gone, shines bloody the moon |
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And dance axes and swords |
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Wolves observe, waiting a prey |
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Ravens above, flying in circles |
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Horn sound from the top of hill |
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Victorious warriors rejoice and march |
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It's ended the dance of axes and swords |
