butch...ar
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Scars of battle line the soul
Sword ran deep, withdrawn slow
Wounds fester, rage, hate ooze
Lance it, Slash it, Cut it loose!
Embrace the pain, I'm not to blame
I am the warrior, I end the game.
Mirrors reflect, half a story told.
Love, Hate, rage, nothing flows cold.
Silence of the tortured, disarms a frightened soul
Reach for armour, choose the sword, forward, strong and bold.
Raise the battle cry, storm the holds.
Shore up the battlements, light the fires, the tale is old.
Fear nothing, no surrender, till the blood runs cold.
Freedom granted, only for the bold.
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Sword ran deep, withdrawn slow
Wounds fester, rage, hate ooze
Lance it, Slash it, Cut it loose!
Embrace the pain, I'm not to blame
I am the warrior, I end the game.
Mirrors reflect, half a story told.
Love, Hate, rage, nothing flows cold.
Silence of the tortured, disarms a frightened soul
Reach for armour, choose the sword, forward, strong and bold.
Raise the battle cry, storm the holds.
Shore up the battlements, light the fires, the tale is old.
Fear nothing, no surrender, till the blood runs cold.
Freedom granted, only for the bold.
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