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(The gathering of Braveheart's forces against the Duke's dark legions...) |
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As the north wind howled |
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And the thunder broke, |
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Braveheart |
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Stands proudly before his troops |
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And thrusting his sword toward |
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Heaven, shouts at the darkening sky, "Now, its time to die like a man!" |
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The horn it has blown, we brothers in arms |
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Stand like a rock to the wind |
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Iron for blood, thousands are stood |
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Men with true hearts, they will win |
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Marching towards, not for glory or gold |
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Ready to die like a man |
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Archers and riders, are all poised for war |
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Ready to die like a man |
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Die like a man |
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Each man is ready, boiling with rage |
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Anger is home to revenge |
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Destroyers of dreams, they shall not succeed |
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Surrender's no part of the plan |
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Turn back the tide, of the ones with blind eyes |
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Ready to die like a man |
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Lets all heed the call, take the beast by the throat |
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Ready to die like a man |
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Die like man |
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To the beat of the drums and our backs to the sun |
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Our shields are all burnished and bright |
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The camp fires ebb, the gauntlet is down |
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Our tears, no sorrow for the vanguard of truth |
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Ready to die like a man |
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As the moon it gives way, for the cool of the dawn |
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Ready to die like a man |
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Die like a man |
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The trumpets are blown, so foreward we go |
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We're ready to dike like a man |
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Shields at the ready, our sinews are taut |
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Ready to die like a man |
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Die like a man |
