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The lights go down |
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To the deafening sound |
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Thunder clouds rolling in through the night |
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My heartbeat pounds |
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As the heavens resound |
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In the wide invincible sky |
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The lightning strikes |
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From celestial heights |
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Goes to ground and testifies |
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Its broken chains |
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Like symmetrical veins |
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Crack the black terrestrial night |
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The fortress walls |
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Face the numberless hordes |
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Will they stand the test of time? |
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The hourglass stands |
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Almost empty of sand |
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Live or die on destiny's shrine |
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The cruel wind cries |
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It incessantly whines |
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In the face of the battle to come |
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In strength and size |
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This colossal divide |
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Is a vast immeasurable one |
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The horns that sound |
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Strike fear in the proud |
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But we're snared and there's nowhere to run |
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We'll live or die |
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With heads held high |
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Till the mighty victory's won |
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The skyline cloaked |
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By the blackening smoke |
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That defies the naked eye |
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We stand our ground |
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Inextricably bound |
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By the ties of friendship and pride |
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We flight the bow |
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And wait for the archer's drum |
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We strike the blow |
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That's straight to the heart, our shields to the hun |
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We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive |
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That history might recall |
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Those who braved the kingdom's rise and fall |
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Fought from the city walls |
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Retreat or stand |
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Is the law of this land |
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In the cold hearted thick of the fight |
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And death's reign damned |
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My superlative plans |
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Making pyres of dreams and old times |
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For Isengard |
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Cast flames through the heart |
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Like the fireball crossing the sky |
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The Helms Deep walls |
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Lie breached in the dark |
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As we stand defenceless inside |
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The brave and pure |
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For a moment stand sure |
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Then to sanctuary we fly |
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The hordes can't reach |
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Our impregnable keep |
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Till the light of dawn when we ride |
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We flight the bow |
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And wait for the archer's drum |
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We strike the blow |
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That's straight to the heart, our shields to the hun |
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We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive |
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That history might recall |
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Those who braved the kingdom's rise and fall |
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Fought from the city walls |
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We flight the bow |
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And wait for the archer's drum |
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We strike the blow |
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That's straight to the heart, our shields to the hun |
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We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive |
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That history might recall |
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Those who braved the kingdom's rise and fall |
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Fought from the city walls |
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We flight the bow |
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And wait for the archer's drum |
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We strike the blow |
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That's straight to the heart, our shields to the hun |
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We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive |
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That history might recall |
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Those who braved the kingdom's rise and fall |
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Fought from the city walls |
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Fought from the city walls |
