Long ago, I went to war
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To fight the scourge
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Of Christendom
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I held aloft my blessed sword
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And said,
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"By God,
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Let them come."
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They said their eyes
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Are red as flame
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I heard it told
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From hell they came
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Their breath is fire
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Their tongues are forked
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Thus are the beasts
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Of Dragon's Gate.
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I heard my father's words
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Deep in my heart
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"Son, know your enemy
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As I know my son."
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The Fates were kind
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They let me in
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The dragon's lair
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The den of sin
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I placed my sword upon its heart and with a prayer
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I thrust it in.
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The dragon fell
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Upon the ground
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Twas then I heard
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A whimpering sound
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A dragonling
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To his father clung
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Who only fought
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To protect his young
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I heard my father's words
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Deep in my heart.
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"Son know your enemy
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As I know my son"
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And now my son
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Is off to war
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To fight the new scourge
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Of Christendom
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He holds aloft his brazen sword
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And says
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"Dad,
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Let them come"
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He swears their eyes
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Are red as flame
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And heard it told
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From hell they came
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Their breath is fire
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Their tongues are forked thus
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Are the men of Muslim faith
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Son, hear you father clear
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Deep in your heart
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"Son, know your enemy
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As I would have them know
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My son."
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Crusade (Kid's Version)
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| Voltaire |
