| Once upon a time, in a land far far away
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| A savage dragon descended on the peaceful town of Sagon
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| It burned the fields with it’s flaming breath
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| Darkening the skies
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| In their despair, the inhabitants prayed to the gods of light
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| Who had mercy on them, and sent them an old blind swordsmith
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| He lit up the forge and began to strike the iron
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| The anvil hammered the steel began to glow
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| After seven days and seven nights he immersed the steel
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| In a cauldron of human blood
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| As the spirit of the blood hardened the red-hot metal
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| The swordsmith fell down and died
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| And the light of the glowing day was reflected by the
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| Silvery blade of a wonderfulk weapon
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| The sword of Sagon, ha ha ha ha
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| Prince of Asgard, take this blade
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| Break our chains, light up the shade
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| Trust in metal and your force
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| Half the kingdom will be yours
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| Once there was a time
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| When we all lived in peace
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| Now we are the slaves
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| Of the blood-thirsty beast
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| Sword of Sagon, made of steel
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| Blessed with blood
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| Save us from the tyranny
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| Sword of Sagon, stab the black dragon’s heart
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| Kill the beast and set us free
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| Face the dragon’s evil eye
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| Smoke is darkening the sky
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| Raise your weapon, start to fight
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| Metal power, sharp steel bites
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| Smash the serpentine’s flesh
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| Viscid blood runs down your hand
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| Fight, never give in
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| 'till it’s head lies in the sand
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| Sword of Sagon… |