He relived the glorious armed clashes Wound was still bleeding down to the arm Slowly his sword went out of the sheath A strong hiss cut the dirty hair Shoothin' to death the enemy But his sword never hurt us A voice in the fog and a whistle of wind A wild and incessant cry heard...
The man of sorrows burning his life, rebuilt your faith!
The cry called the fight Duel began without truce At the same time a ray of redhead light Hit his old and proud sword Slowly his sword went out of the sheath A strong hiss cut the dirty hair The fury of the bothered demon Exploded in a cry - Kurkay!
The demons crossed by the red blade Shuttered and so the fog issued from them You will have the power fighting alone Challenging the demons face to face And the army without you is like a flock The baton and the carrots are their creed But never the less everyone is proud Waiting for a cry or a call...
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