shrill of the horn screams my name
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pounding the ground
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the games begin
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the crowd they roar
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the blood it boils inside me
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i fear not you you fear not me
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the swords are drawn
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and shimmering
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the time has come again
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to honor our king
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the gods have blessed
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this wicked game
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fight we must and show no shame
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for the time has come again
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to feed our blood thirsty king
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i look into your eyes
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reflections of the sky
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a whisper on the wind
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as your soul says goodbye
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reds sands underneath my feet
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stained by the blood
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i draw from thee
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red sands as far as i can see
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tainted these lands
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stained by history
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what once was a whisper
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now is an echo in my head
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the look on their faces
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as i stand in this sea of red
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i feel the evil rising
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hear the mesmerizing
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voice from hell
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feel the evil rising
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hear the mesmerizing
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voice from hell
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Red Sands
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Kamelot |