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On to the snow, in a desolate moor
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We’re marching through thunders, we follow the moon
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A new day is rising, it only can tell
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What will be our fate
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....the swords now are shining, we’re ready to kill
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Searching a new way to scrub all my pain
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But swordshocks and blood are contrasting my aim
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What now I need is a stonger defence
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Help me if you can
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....now heaven is falling, the snow’s turning red
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Nightriders fight with a sword made of steel
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trying to defend our king
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a great scream of victory’ll rise from the voice of the Gods
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Sorrow and destruction have found now their way
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We’ve got the right but it’s so hard to say
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A million of soldiers have died without fear
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Feeling deadly shivers
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....we roam through the mountains, we fight to survive!
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Silently, across the snowplain, we look to the sun’s shining high
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Searching for a new horizon we’re proud to belong to the king
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Voice of the Gods
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| Arthemis |
