| Once this day was but a dream
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| Yet now I’m here and this is real
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| This moment will live on through all times
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| The hills of Spain I’ll leave behind
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| Today I’ll join the legion with pride
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| The time has come to say goodbye
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| Today, my son, we must part ways
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| Go forth beyond the hills of Spain
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| O, my son, the heavens you could scale
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| Yet only Gods may live forevermore
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| As for man, nothing of his days remains
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| Unless you earn yourself a name
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| Beneath the Eagle you will march
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| To fight for Rome, to slay or die
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| Under the Eagle you will ride
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| To fight to the end and then fight again
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| To fight to the end and then fight again
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| If word should come of my demise
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| Then do not cry and keep in mind
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| That I’ll have found a good way to die
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| So march, my son, under the Roman Eagle
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| On the road from where there is no way back
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| Let your dreams forever be your guide
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| And inspire you to deeds of heroic might
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| Yet you, my son, unlike other men
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| Are blessed with a special trade
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| To look beyond the veil of time
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| And turn the hand of fate
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| Beneath the Eagle I will march
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| To fight for Rome, to slay or die
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| Under the Eagle I will ride
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| To fight to the end and then fight again
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| To fight to the end and then fight again
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| If word should come of your demise
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| Then I won’t cry and keep in mind
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| That you’ll have found a good way to die
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| Doubt is lurking in my mind
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| For what I’ve seen in my weirdest dream
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| Eternal life, it can’t be real
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| And though indeed I will earn fame…
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| History will erase my name |