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Grandfather, tell my a story! |
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All right, go and get your storybook |
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No, no, not one of those, a real story! |
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A real story? |
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Yes, tell me about when you were a boy |
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Well, then, I shall have to take you back with me |
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A long way in time... |
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It was my thirteenth year on a cold winter's day |
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As I walked through the enchanted forest |
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I heard the sound of horses, and men at arms |
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I felt compelled to walk on |
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And find the place of these sounds |
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And when the forest did clear |
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I was standing on a hill |
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Before me the armies of the worlds standing, waiting |
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I thought to myself |
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For whom or for what are they waiting? |
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Suddenly a gust of wind came up |
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From the north there appeared a lone rider, holding a sword of steel |
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Then from the south came another, bearing a battle ax |
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From the east came a third holding a spiked club |
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And finally from the west, a rider who wielded a great hammer of war |
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With them came their soldiers of death |
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Followed by an army of immortals |
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They were few in number |
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But the look in their eyes told all who beheld them |
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That they would leave this day only in victory or death |
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And there was a great silence... |
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My heart began to pound |
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Storm clouds filled the sky with darkness |
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Rain came and the four winds blew with such anger |
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That I held fast to a tree |
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I watched the four riders raise their weapons into the air |
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Without warning, screaming their war cry |
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They led the attack, down to the battle they rode |
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They met the armies of the world with a mighty clash! |
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I could feel the ground shake |
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The earth drank much blood that day |
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Each of the four, was unto himself |
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A whirlwind of doom! |
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When the smoke did clear, many thousands were dead |
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There was much blood and gore |
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Their bodies lay broken and scattered across the battlefield |
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Like brown leaves blown by the wind |
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And I saw the four ride together to the top of the hill |
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While below them the soldiers of death assembled |
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All those who would now swear allegiance to them |
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And the four spoke the words |
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Of the warrior's prayer |
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Gods of war I call you, my sword is by my side |
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I seek a life of honor, free from all false pride |
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I will crack the whip with a bold mighty hail |
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Cover me with death if I should ever fail |
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Glory, majesty, unity, hail, hail, hail |
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And as I stood and looked on |
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I heard the armies of the world hail them without end |
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And their voices of victory |
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Carried long and far throughout the land! |
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Well, that's it, did you like the story? |
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Yeah, it was great! |
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Oh good, I'm glad, now off to bed with you |
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Grandfather? |
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Yes? |
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Who were those four men? |
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Who were they? |
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They were the metal kings! |
