[Written by Briody & Conklin]
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On the battlefield we fight with all our might
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Valor and honor is our right
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The bloody battlefield where men and sons have tried
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To stand for what is good and what is right
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Only the steel will win the day
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Cold sword of the brave (Cold is the blade)
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Pure hearts bring us to truth
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Is it the heart of the brave or the cold of the blade
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The hand of death has choked me many times
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I've denied the reaper of this prize
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The chill of death freezes me at night
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I entrust the mighty steel held high
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I've stood upon the moors, looked over many lands
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That were conquered by the brave and their might
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Searching for the answer, the riddle of the steel
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What will win the day and take the fight
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The power within us stronger than any steel
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Wages battle and brings us peace
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Souls of our fathers, their blood we carry on
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We meet again our final release
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Cold Is The Blade (And The Heart That Wields It)
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Jag Panzer |