Flies to where old dragons are lying
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the cry for the triumph for my magic sword
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Burns the pride of my mighty conscience
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while rises the sceptre of our wise lord
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So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
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the fury of my war
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The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
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the scream for the eternal
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Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
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Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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led by hundreds of mighty and fallen lords
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Dead, laments and unholy sorrow
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The heads of the fallen are staining the snow
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May this be the last hated cruel war
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I´m looking at my skies but they answer not!
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So thunder and storm, the rage of the sword
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the fury of my war
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The axe of the dwarf, the blood on the stone
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the scream for the eternal
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Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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you will taste the blade of the ancient sword... and
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Rage in the wind at the triumph for my magic steel
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led by hundreds of mighty and proudly fallen brave lords
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Old cathedrals dusty graves where nest the seeds of holy victory
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Blood from old crypts gushing out to drown the deadly cosmic enemy
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Steel all around for the king and his crown
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Winds of the dawn are caressing us all...
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Ancelot smiles at the knights´ epic cry
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Thanks to the old and their emerald sword
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The kingdom is now hailing the triumph over Dargor
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and he the man from Loregard he stands in front of all... of all!
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Triumph For My Magic Steel
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Rhapsody(·¦¼Òµð) |