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Lowering clouds in the sky aglow
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Darken my shield of victory
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Is my fate doomed to hell on earth?
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A shift in the wind guides me to to home
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I stare in the mirror now
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Who is that under my bloody mail?
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I bury my lance and I kneel on this field
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I rend the air with my old sword
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I commend my soul to God
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I?m fatally hurt but not by a knight
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When I hear the sound of the blade
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I recall all the blood shed in vain
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I bury my lance and I knell on this field
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I rend the air with my old sword
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I commend my soul...
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Wherever I turn my eyes I only see the lives
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I shattered and they'll never find the path of the sun
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Wherever I turn my head I only see the dead
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I left behind, they'll never find the path of the sun
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The Sound Of The Blade
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| DARK MOOR |
