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Let me tell you this tale of lords<br />Who came from remote lands<br />To steal the sacred lance<br />To the ones born by frost.<br /><br />They were waiting for the nightfall<br />When wolves slept, the stick of sway<br />Was snatched from its room<br />But the winter saw what they had done.<br />And the wind blew towars the shining wisdom well<br />Where the supreme fighter was keeping watch...<br />So they were destined to die at dawn<br />When the early rising horse touched the sky<br />And it lighted up their haunt.<br /><br />Then he went hunting for the midnight thieves,<br />Guided by his ravens, throughout the nine worlds,<br />Attracted by the smell of fear just like worms.<br /><br />And a dull caw was the encounter sign<br />Between the hunter and his prey.<br />The morning clouds began to cry,<br />And his anger became unstoppable,<br />The fighter rushed the intruders group,<br />And a lightning crossed the tears.<br />Thousands of bits of flesh and blood<br />Remained on the battlefield.<br /><br />And the storm let the calm by...<br />And he took again what him was (made)<br /><br />And each bit of their entrails<br />Were spread along the southern lands.<br />Being condemned to be conquered<br />And annihilated.<br />By the great fighter sons<br />Who should show for ever more<br />The price of playing with their gods.
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Let me tell you this tale of lords<br />Who came from remote lands<br />To steal the sacred lance<br />To the ones born by frost.<br /><br />They were waiting for the nightfall<br />When wolves slept, the stick of sway<br />Was snatched from its room<br />But the winter saw what they had done.<br />And the wind blew towars the shining wisdom well<br />Where the supreme fighter was keeping watch...<br />So they were destined to die at dawn<br />When the early rising horse touched the sky<br />And it lighted up their haunt.<br /><br />Then he went hunting for the midnight thieves,<br />Guided by his ravens, throughout the nine worlds,<br />Attracted by the smell of fear just like worms.<br /><br />And a dull caw was the encounter sign<br />Between the hunter and his prey.<br />The morning clouds began to cry,<br />And his anger became unstoppable,<br />The fighter rushed the intruders group,<br />And a lightning crossed the tears.<br />Thousands of bits of flesh and blood<br />Remained on the battlefield.<br /><br />And the storm let the calm by...<br />And he took again what him was (made)<br /><br />And each bit of their entrails<br />Were spread along the southern lands.<br />Being condemned to be conquered<br />And annihilated.<br />By the great fighter sons<br />Who should show for ever more<br />The price of playing with their gods.
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