Thundering down, from the mountain you ride
Clutching a sword made of steel
The ones you call friends, they all left you for dead
Alone on the battlefield
Many were at your command
Renegade souls on the run
Holding each life in your hand
Living for all and for one
Shining, into the night you are riding
Through the darkness and light you are flying
With the wind in your hair
The flight of the warrior
Drunk with revenge from which on one can hide
Into their midst you will run
A face from the grave is the last thing they'll see
And die with your name on their tongues
Many were at your command
Renegade souls on the run
Holding each life in your hand
Living for all and for one
Shining, into the night you are riding
Through the darkness and light you are flying
With the wind in your hair
The flight of the warrior
Thundering down, from the mountain you ride
Clutching a sword made of steel
The ones you call friends, they all left you for dead
Alone on the battlefield
Many were at your command
Renegade souls on the run
Holding each life in your hand
Living for all and for one
Shining, into the night you are riding
Through the darkness and light you are flying
With the wind in your hair
The flight of the warrior
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