| The lights go down
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| To the deafening sound
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| Thunder clouds rolling in through the night
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| My heartbeat pounds
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| As the heavens resound
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| In the wide invincible sky
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| The lightning strikes
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| From celestial heights
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| Goes to ground and testifies
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| Its broken chains
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| Like symmetrical veins
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| Crack the black terrestrial night
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| The fortress walls
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| Face the numberless hordes
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| Will they stand the test of time?
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| The hourglass stands
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| Almost empty of sand
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| Live or die on destiny’s shrine
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| The cruel wind cries
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| It incessantly whines
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| In the face of the battle to come
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| In strength and size
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| This colossal divide
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| Is a vast immeasurable one
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| The horns that sound
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| Strike fear in the proud
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| But we’re snared and there’s nowhere to run
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| We’ll live or die
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| With heads held high
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| Till the mighty victory’s won
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| The skyline cloaked
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| By the blackening smoke
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| That defies the naked eye
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| We stand our ground
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| Inextricably bound
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| By the ties of friendship and pride
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| We flight the bow
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| And wait for the archer’s drum
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| We strike the blow
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| That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun
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| We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive
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| That history might recall
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| Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall
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| Fought from the city walls
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| Retreat or stand
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| Is the law of this land
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| In the cold hearted thick of the fight
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| And death’s reign damned
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| My superlative plans
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| Making pyres of dreams and old times
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| For Isengard
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| Cast flames through the heart
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| Like the fireball crossing the sky
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| The Helms Deep walls
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| Lie breached in the dark
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| As we stand defenceless inside
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| The brave and pure
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| For a moment stand sure
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| Then to sanctuary we fly
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| The hordes can’t reach
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| Our impregnable keep
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| Till the light of dawn when we ride
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| We flight the bow
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| And wait for the archer’s drum
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| We strike the blow
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| That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun
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| We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive
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| That history might recall
|
| Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall
|
| Fought from the city walls
|
| We flight the bow
|
| And wait for the archer’s drum
|
| We strike the blow
|
| That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun
|
| We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive
|
| That history might recall
|
| Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall
|
| Fought from the city walls
|
| We flight the bow
|
| And wait for the archer’s drum
|
| We strike the blow
|
| That’s straight to the heart, our shields to the hun
|
| We fight as we try to keep our dreams alive
|
| That history might recall
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| Those who braved the kingdom’s rise and fall
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| Fought from the city walls
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| Fought from the city walls |