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Under the moonlight Hadrian and his companions are riding away
desperate, hopeless flight Elrig's men are on the way

At crack of dawn they reach Larnoch valley and there they meet
The king's men here to fight to death with the young knights
They'll spare no-one heads are rolling down
A whole squadron about to slay poor Hadrian

They've all been killed too much blood's been spilled swords fly in the air
Eight blades against one, this struggle isn't fair
The prince is wounded but the battle's not yet ended

Some mysterious horsemen are rushing towards them
and crush Elrig's men and save Hadrian

The sound of the hooves of their horses ripped the air like thunder,
Although the weather was so fair
The rising sun shining on their armours
They looked more like gods than like mere soldiers

Hadrian's arm is heavy with pain seized with dizziness, the young prince faints.

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