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(Raynald of Chatillon) |
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Now the stars are shining |
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On my way |
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A sword of steel makes my day |
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Saladin the Great One |
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Bloody liar |
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Burn, burn, burn in fire |
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And we ride and we ride and we ride and we ride |
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For the glory, the king and the pride |
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Oh how we ride, my duty's calling me to seize the day |
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In the night we're searching |
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Lying in wait |
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Don't run away it's too late |
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Kill the Islam fever |
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Stop this lie |
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"Deus lo vult's" our battle cry |
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And I know and I know and I know you will go |
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Into the fire with your soul |
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Hungry for gold, regain what's good and right for heavens sake |
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On wings of thunder made of steel |
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We could fly away to the sky someday |
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Calling the god of victory |
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He will show us now in a dream somehow |
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That the evil among us we'll meet on the field |
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'Cause the truce that we've made our fall it has sealed |
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Why does no-one believe no-one open their eyes |
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Why does everyone trust in their lies |
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Now the knights are on my side again |
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We ride for glory, fame and pride, the end |
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Is near, we heed the call of duty |
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"Fight for heaven" that's our fate |
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Strike them down with your hate |
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Till death appears in all it's beauty |
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Like a screaming symphony |
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What a sweet melody |
