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New shores of the lesser men, brave journey to the unknown land |
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Sealords from the Western Star, endowed the havens afar |
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Dark reign of the East, beware our gleaming might |
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The crimson day will come, when there's no one by your side |
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High command, counsel and wealth, masters beyond the sea |
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Guardians carrying the swords, armours against treachery |
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Great kings brought the sun over the frightened lands |
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Blew away the burking clouds, spoiled the Ring-Maker's plans |
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The aura of tranquility, everywhere they go |
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Advanced art and craft, wisdom for mind and soul |
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Firm is their bearing, healers for the weak |
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Like gods in flesh and blood, fathers and sons from the sea |
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We are the protectors from the given land |
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We shall free you from the threat and the fear |
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Of immortal enemy, his end is near |
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Our duty is to gather our arms, to take the Eastern road |
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And to challenge the dark, our pleasure is to force Him down |
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To make Him crawl and to tear His crown |
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This is the war, this is the path of blood |
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Lord of Gifts, your star shall fall |
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This is the end, this is the freedom call |
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Of men and elves, this is Your final dawn |
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This is the war, this is the path of blood |
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Lord of Gifts, your star shall fall |
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This is the end, this is the freedom call |
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Of men and elves, this is Your final dawn |