Before the walls come curmbling
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Down around our feet;
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Before the empires fall
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And Hell enslaves the free;
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Before our time runs out
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The spells must soon be cast;
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We'll raise the banners high
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And storm the gates at last.
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Tonight we fight.
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The Norns decide our fate.
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Fight well in Hell !
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Open the Gates !
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This night the Gates of Hell
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Come crashing to the ground.
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The sword Excalibur
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Was lost but now is found.
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Arthurs does rise again,
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The Dragons Lord of old.
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Just like the Bards have said
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In all the tales they told.
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Tonight we fight.
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The Norns decide our fate.
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Fight well in Hell !
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Open the Gates !
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Open The Gates
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