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Romuald was the golden child and embraced |
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His king died in coldest winters war |
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His castle burned with flames of greed and wild desire |
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It should be his amberdawn |
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Romuald's hands covered his father's eyes |
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The battle was lost and he had no time to cry |
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While he should stand steadfast his ground until he'd loose |
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And he'd face his amberdawn |
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Romuald chose the way |
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For glory to the brave |
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Ancient black and fire sin |
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The fortress burned in silent din |
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Amberdawn |
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Deceiving masks of the dogs of doom |
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Cathedral bells for his faithful tears |
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The saving grace, the smile on his face has condemned us |
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To burn our amberdawn |
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Hail this wiseman with fire |
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With gold and with steel |
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There's always one who will loose but will steal |
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He will steal the iron mask |
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Glory to the brave |
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Ancient black and fire sin |
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For glory to the brave |
