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Thundering down from the mountain you ride |
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Clutching a sword made of steel |
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The ones you call friends they all left you for dead |
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Alone on the battlefield many were at your command |
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Renegade souls on your command |
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Holding each life in your hand |
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Living for all and for one |
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Shining into the night you are riding |
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Through the darkness and light you are flying with the wind in your hair |
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The flight of the warrior |
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Drunk with revenge from winch on one can hide |
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Into their midst you will run |
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A face from the grave is the last thing they'll see |
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And die with your name on their tongue many were at your command |
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Renegade souls on the run |
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Holding each life in your hand |
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Living for all and for one |
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Shining into the night you are riding |
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Through the darkness and light you are flying with the wind in your hair |
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The flight of the warrior |
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Thundering down from the mountain you ride |
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Clutching a sword made of steel |
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The ones you call friends they all left you for dead |
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Alone on the battlefield |
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Many were at your command |
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Renegade souls on your command |
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Holding each life in your hand |
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Living for all and for one |
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Shining into the night you are riding |
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Through the darkness and light you are flying with the wind in your hair |
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The flight of the warrior |
