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knight, withstand |
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calm down, take your breath |
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for now you make the rules |
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the turn is yours. |
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concentrate on the black guardian |
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anticipate his moves |
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and spear right in |
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his weak point |
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The wind is rocking the trees |
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the grey clouds run off through the sky |
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nature is restless and furious |
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we're spectators of a frightening scene |
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the dragon's wingspan's enormous |
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his tail's a lethal whip |
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but there's no fear |
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in daltor's face |
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[Group] |
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he is the king of Westland |
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he knows how to deal with |
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horrible beasts like you |
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because the king with his sword in his hand |
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has won every battle |
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we're on the safe side |
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[Rahed] |
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The beast is wounded and bleeds |
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the battle will soon come to an end |
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it won't resist any longer |
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no one ever could bear all that pain |
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wait! now it seems to get stronger |
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it manages to fly |
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and then attacks |
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at Daltor's back |
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[Group] |
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he was the king of Westland |
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he knew how to deal with |
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horrible beasts like you |
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because the king with his sword in his hand |
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had won every battle |
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this was the last one |
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[Rahed] |
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Look! the dragon's seized our hero |
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it is taking him away! |