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(The hero of our story, strong honourable, a giant of a man, brother of the murdered king...) |
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A giant of a man was he |
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Hewn from wood and stone |
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With arms the crush |
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The life from you |
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And a sword that smites the bone |
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His quest in life was honour bound |
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Believing in the faith |
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The mightiest of empires quaked |
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When Braveheart spake the words |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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Cut the rebels down |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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And the Duke will breathe his last |
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And all the peoples |
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Far and wide |
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They listened to his words |
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Defender of the souls was he |
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For vengeance he did thirst |
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The Duke had cast |
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His armies wide |
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His troops they never tired |
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Can nothing stop |
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His deadly hordes |
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Who storm through field and mire |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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Cut the rebels down |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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And the Duke will breathe his last |
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BRAVEHEART! |
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While Braveheart |
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Face the elements |
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Black magic filled the sky |
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And sweet |
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Elenor by grave mistake |
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Lay dead by sorcerers fire |
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And I will turn |
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The world on you |
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Braveheart shouts from high |
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The mountains shake |
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The scene is set |
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For one of us will die! |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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Cut the rebels down |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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And the Duke will breathe his last |
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The flow of his loins is slain |
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His tears they burned the ground |
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The Duke will pay for evil deeds |
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When Savageland is free |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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Cut the rebels down |
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Strike hard strike fast |
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And the Duke will breathe his last |
