On the ground he lays,
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His lifeblood drains from him,
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The battle has been fought,
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And the fighting now stopped.
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He scans the battlefield,
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Oh the bloodshed he can see,
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So many that have died,
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And so few who survived.
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His brother's men at arms,
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Who he's known since he was a lad,
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Lie silent by his side no longer alive.
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Lying by a tree
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Is a broken shattered man,
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Killed by the sword in my warrior's hand.
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But in his heart
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He does not hate this man,
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He fought for a case,
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He could not understand.
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His brother's men at arms,
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Who he's known since he was a lad,
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Lie silent by his side no longer alive.
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A thousand years have passed
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And mankind has stayed the same,
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They fight against each other for political gain,
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A politic state rule - the government tool,
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People live in fear under madman rule.
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His brother's men at arms,
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Who've been with him since he was a lad,
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Will fight by his side for the right to survive.
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A thousand years more
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And the world may not exist,
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The cause will be greed and an iron fist
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The spirits will rejoice,
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Mankind will not be missed.
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It's up to you
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It cannot come to this.
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His brother's men at arms,
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Who've been with him since he was a lad,
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Will fight by his side for the right to survive.
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Celtica (Voice Of The Morrigan)
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Cruachan |