"At the court of king Chaos only blood
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can write its own tragedy..."
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Mighty warriors from the silver hills
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march, all led by golden winds
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Elves and trolls from holy mystic woods
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run through the last snow
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He´s now coming from the middle lands
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handling proud his magic sword
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Glory, pride and honor ride with him
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Burns the flame of north
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They will all meet in the Kazar ruins
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not so far from Ancelot
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In the temple of the fallen one
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their hope will be born...
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Born from the ashes of ancient glory... Born!
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They all hail the mighty chosen one
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reaching the skies with their cry
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They are ready to reach Ancelot
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Arwald´s calling loud...
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"Glory ride with us! Lux Triumphans!
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Magic and steelgods lead us to a new dawn..."
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Lux Triumphans
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Rhapsody(·¦¼Òµð) |