[Music & Lyrics by Suidakra]
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I heard it from the coldest gale
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perpetually the kingdoms fail
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I tried to smile on this rebirth
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Oh purile sons of mother earth
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Shining pikes on a foggy brae
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the morning dew waits to shroud
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each tear in their bloody eyes
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when the foe of the land dies
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Clarion pipes , proudly marching men
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thousands hum to the battle drum
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(Forward ! For the king and the crown !)
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A legend for each men who falls to the ground
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for each standing one a low lullaby
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desperation wields the sword , under a gonfalon of fear
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a glimpse of glorious days shine in a widowed tear
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I`ve been called to fight for my royalty
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for my king at his right hand
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be a matter to my country
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I spill my blood out on this land
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And if I should die in this battle
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it`s a noble thing I do
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And if I should be a hero
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then I will return to you
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The grace gave me my kingdom
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my only royalty
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now to raise my sword against
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a lord to protect my family
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So I'll fight for them tomorrow
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march in the name of Tara
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to see their children - parished
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by an enthralled soldiers sword
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The Fall Of Tarra
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| Suidakra |
