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Hammerhead

Rare Bird
Lingua: Inglese


Rare Bird


The horses rear, the banners wave,
The skies foresee the fearless rage of war.
Their heads held high, the knights await,
For the sun to shed its light upon the moor.

Wipe the sleep from out your eyes.
The sun begins to climb the sky today.
Ten thousand men will fight,
For king and God and all that's right today.

The Hammerhead has thrust his sword,
The strife is on, the battle won again.
And now his bloody work is done,
The women rush to greet their lord and men.

Wipe the sleep from out your eyes.
The sun begins to climb the sky today.
Ten thousand men have fought,
For Hammerhead, their noble lord today.



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