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Mounting chivalry grand as never seen
Legions of the Drakèe, warriors from the West
The flattinghammer of the armies
Proudly make a one to ten war look like a flogging

Thirty four years of wandering, on a world filled with Mystery
But thus is my destiny, which I shall not forsake
For what comes when I complete these preparations, is glory

Something there in is in beauty and it lies in the soul of the beholder, like a flower, fragile, for many are the blights that may waste the beauty or the beholder and imperishable, for the beauty may die, or the beholder may die, or the world may die

Thirty six years, I have not seen
She-who-carries-my-heart-and-doth-not-do-it
The soul in which the flower grows survives forever

With a dragon's blaze (x2)

Clashing majestuously
Making destruction and death an art
They wield their swords as thunder wields the lightning
Impeccably and state of the art

Ages have passed
Their names have dimmed
And their words have fled

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