Night falls fast over the hero in a dream
Turn the page, don't look behind you, it's done
Walking blind in a dark passage, don't scream
The land silent, before the storm, don't run
When sorrow sang softly and sweet, you cried
Through the gate of hell you must march, dead set
Live, tell the tale, the tale of those who died
Into an ambush you ride yet, don'
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