I look to my land this one,
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the last time should be a desperate deed
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I will mire my blood with sand,
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the steel is now in me this cold blade
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that gives me death
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and all I see is the blood
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from my wounds,
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blinding me,
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the death which I will have
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should grant me the glory I sought
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for my breed shall proclaim
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how glorious was their elder one,
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this is my end
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I proudly mix my blood with sand...
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No! Do not crave for those
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who died with sword in hand,
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I look to my land this one,
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the last time should be a desperatate deed
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I will mix my blood with sand
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my battle ends here
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every one witnessed I had no fear
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with honour I fought
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don't cry for those who died this way,
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the death which I will have
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should grant me the glory I sought
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for my breed shall proclaim
|
how glorious was their elder one,
|
this is my end
|
I proudly mix my blood with sand,
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No! Do not crave for those
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who died with sword in hand.
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For Those Who Died With Sword In Hand
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| DoomSword |
