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Rites of Spring - For Want Of lyrics
Thunders and lightning all over the land The sword is tightly held in the hand The sight grew dim, the fog is strong So far away sounds a horn Chill and mud into the surcoat It's just the fear that you still scorn Come on my braves, we'll write history What's fundamental is victory Cuttin' blow gives me so much honor Hundred times my sword brings the death Deep in the wounds, I push the steel I gaze the ground, the warriors I kill Using the blood of the enemy killed We'll get stronger each death we bring Come on my blade give me what I need The rage is on Warriors and knights they're still fighting Villages in flames and women that cry Can you hear the stroke of the bell? Listen with care it is an omen of knell |
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