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Ooh, when I saw your huge silver eyes
On the battlefield, I knew you were my demise.
Your kiss awaits those who die
Shouting battle cries.

White curls, full lips, Verene, you're the goddess of war.
I saw you swinging that morning star,
And in passing
You crushed my heart.

I can't take it. Steel is blasting leggings. Oh, Verene!
Goddess of war,
Know, you are my goddess of love.

All around the world and in vales almost forgotten,
They praise your mercy and charity; building temples to hail your love.
But I, a poor soul, hold the sword, still trembling,
Push it through woven wire,
A slave to your desire.

Ooh, where all waver under your eyes,
I stay my hands. Have your way with my device.
Your kiss so tender I could die
As I sigh my battle cry.

All around the world and in vales almost forgotten,
They praise your mercy and charity; building temples to hail your love.
But I, a poor soul, hold the sword, still trembling,
Push it through woven wire,
A slave to your desire.

All my life deprived of glory.
So puny my arms; no test of strength I ever won.
Insignificant.
Unnoticed.
Still, you had good reason to choose me, Verene.

All around the world and in vales almost forgotten,
They praise your mercy and charity; building temples to hail your love.
But I, a poor soul, hold the sword, still trembling,
Push it through woven wire,
A slave to your desire.

All around the world, exploring vales covered with thicket.
A sole purpose on my mind: I ride towards the sun to war with love.
Yes, I, a poor soul, hold the sword, still trembling,
Push it through woven wire,
A slave to your desire.

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