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Once shadows called |
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I saddled my horse |
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To the heights |
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I rode over misty mountains |
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Through days of cold |
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I battled by the sword |
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From wars blood |
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I drank the flaming breath of strife |
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The gods were young none ruled under the sky |
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At the end of worlds began the time of alliance |
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Forsworn to gold, men sold their sword to kings |
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Steel were made for those above the din of battle |
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I see my ride where gods once rode |
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I see my ride where gods once rode |
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Great fathers of the sky, fathers of the gods |
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And the mighty mountain |
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I ride under heavy skies |
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For the will of iron and the pride of my kind |
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Looked in the fire of thy doom |
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The prophecies were all true |
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Now the world is ending to |
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The end of days shall come soon |
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I see my ride where gods once rode |
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I see my ride where gods once rode |
