The priest have done their sacred rite with me.
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My veins are filled with fire.
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I await my destiny armed with mighty weapons. I will ride
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to victory. The battlefield lays grey and dead for me.
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Dragons in the sky await my enemy. I will hear his breaking bones.
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I will see his bleeding wounds.
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Enemy die! Die by my sword!
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I hear the marching sound of the unholy force. The clash of
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forces killed my frightened horse. Now a fight man to man awaits me
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on the end. I fight him with the power of ten thousand men. He
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lays on the ground and I set his life an end. I hear his broken
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bones, I see his bleeding wounds.
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Enemy Die
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