Sailing on a sea of trouble, our backs are to the sun
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The thickest fog we've ever seen fell without a sound
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We're up against an ancient force that's never been brought down
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A tired king, a desperate land, broken and burden bound
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Forwarding into battle is when we come alive
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Sharpened swords and eyes cold as ice
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The fear we face we know we may not survive
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Only death can stop the fire burning in our hearts
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Stepping onto foreign sand
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A naked child runs our way bringing blood upon his hands
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An ancient evil that all men dread
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We hope and pray for the angel of death
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The night has come we lie in wait watching with all eyes
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The silence of the midnight hour waiting for a sign
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Shadows pass within the walls we never would have seen
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If not for the chosen prince the man from the east
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Caught out in the rain side by side we fight
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Letting all the hate the fury rise
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Driving hard as thunder cracks up in the sky
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Only death can stop the fire burning in our hearts
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Hunting down the enemy
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Beyond the cliffs we find the lair, the home of the beasts
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Walking in so silently
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They had no clue we walked among them dead in their sleep
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The light of day is here again
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The curse is lifted, now we set our sails to the west
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As we sail back home again
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We see the king sitting on his throne with sword in his hand
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The 13th Warrior
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| Gothic Knights |
