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I have come from the darkest pain

(But) Not hell shall make me fear again.

On these wounded fields I will stand,

Till death rips my sword from my hand.

Oh, yes. It was always the same

The skies they were ashen. And grim was the plain.

And the bloody thorns of the dying sunshine

And unshaken I stand. Alone, sublime

I’ve seen this twilight thousand times

The tired pale light of broken eyes

Dented armors, nicked, dull swords

Maimed bodies laying in hoards

I’ve seen this twilight thousand times

The tired pale light of ashen cold skies

And I heard the horns far away they ring

And I saw myself as my last song I sing

“Out of dark I have come

At last I see the giant, red sun

Brothers call me, for me brothers wait

Unshaken I stand, and laugh at my fate”

I swear I shall hold my sword in my hand

I swear on these wounded fields I will stand

On these wounded fields I will stand