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Days of old, I tell my restless mind |
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Searching mountains, fields |
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And meadows green |
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What is it my heart can hope to find? |
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All I long for I have never seen |
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Tales of glory written in the dust |
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Tapestries of deepest purple gold |
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Legends carved in stone tell me I must |
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Journey through the mist and bitter cold |
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But in this brotherhood I still believe |
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And for the ones we've lost my soul will grieve |
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Yet through the world alone I wander for I know somewhere |
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I will find my brothers, by the sword I swear |
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In my memory awakening |
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Like a dream too sweet to cast away |
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Shadows of the past begin to sing |
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Calling out to me in their gallant way |
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Come away with us brother in arms |
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Through the seas of silver, fields of gold |
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Join us as we battle those who harm |
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And fight with valor as in days of old |
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But in this brotherhood I still believe |
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And for the ones we've lost my soul will grieve |
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Yet through the world alone I wander for I know somewhere |
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I will find my brothers, by the sword I swear |
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Seeking in the corners of the earth |
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My companions I have never known |
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Blindly running forth, is honor worth |
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Endless hours of silence spent alone? |
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But in this brotherhood I still believe |
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And for the ones we've lost my soul will grieve |
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Yet through the world alone I wander for I know somewhere |
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I will find my brothers, by the sword I swear |
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Rescue damsels fine and maidens fair |
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Free the noble who have done no wrong |
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Though it seems the world may little care |
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Some are left that to the round belong |
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But in this brotherhood we still believe |
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And for the ones we've lost our souls will grieve |
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Yet through the world alone we wander for we know somewhere |
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We will find our brothers, by the sword we swear |
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By the sword I swear |
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I will find my brothers, I will find my sisters |
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I will find my brothers, I will find my sisters |
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By the sword I swear |
