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Every blade laid to rest through Death's shrineless remedy |
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Every stain marks the test of each timeless memory |
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When the last breath is aired from this soulless sorcery |
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As we're born we return here alone |
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Do the souls manifest themselves anger and mistrust |
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When the lives that they cherished so easily were crushed |
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As they're born so they perish and crumble into dust |
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So the gods call their warriors home |
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Pure melody, raw threnody |
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Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal |
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Born to the shield, sword and the steel |
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Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields |
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Every season is signless for legions of the grave |
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As the years fall behind us the centuries remain |
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But our hearts still remind us so proud and unashamed |
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What a legend we carved in the stone |
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Pure melody, raw threnody |
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Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal |
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Born to the shield, sword and the steel |
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Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields |
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Do the eyes on the endless horizon wait for me |
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Will she die never knowing how much she meant to me |
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Will the love that I gave her be all she'll ever need |
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What remains when the spirits have flown |
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Pure melody, raw threnody |
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Death and rebirth to the magical madrigal |
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Born to the shield, sword and the steel |
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Dust of the earth blown across the Elysian Fields |