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We have lost so many battles,
But the war is far from over, I still stand beside my lover, Ready to defend the castle. Enemies pour down the hills, With their arms armed and raised, But they stop very amazed, How can we make many kills? When you fight for an ideal, Your heart is strong and ready, I kiss the lips of my lady, Before starting my ordeal. Nothing stops the rush I feel, As I run towards the fight, As the day loses its light, Shadows gather at my will. They are the souls of the fallen, Of those who fought brave with honour, Blood is washed away, Rain dilutes the reddish colour. Let me drown in tears, As I cut them down, As I ride over their skulls, As I feed their fears. They swallow their blood, Crows feast in the night, I am wounded too, Rain flows like a flood. Teach how to live, In this realm of death, Take me where we met, Far away from here. I dream of your eyes, As I go to sleep, As I feel the steel, Taking me as prize.
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