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Now, that so many years have passed |
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As a blank figure I stand, In front of my destiny's tale |
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And I see a divine impaler, reaching for my soul's vein |
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"Come my messiah I await thee |
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for my time has come to finally meet |
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my Swordbrother" |
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A past full of pictures and greatness on my back |
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It's a shame to die without blood on my hands |
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So I bear my sword to the ground and I prayed |
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On cold winds of hatred I ride |
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from the darkest depths of hell I march |
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the great horns of battle call me again |
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An ancient oath I swore in the past |
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A bond of a sacred promise |
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Souls shine like steel, across the rainbow |
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In front of the golden hall, I stand still |
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And before tears drop down from my eyes, |
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I grab your hand to get you back, my Swordbrother |
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Bonded by honour and blood we are one, |
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Brothers in battle and death |
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Warriors in armours of shining chromed steel |
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Strong and immortal we soar |
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Ride on my warriors fight proud victorious |
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Onwards to battle to slay and kill |
