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We met an old man out in the marsh

He was blind and bent from all those years

spent in the dark

We said: "Old Man,

grab your sword and your mead,

it is not too late to choose your own destiny"

The vision grew behind his eyes

We watched his flesh strengthen

As he stepped into the sunlight;

A warrior restored in purpose and might

Like the kings of old

A new tale will be told

Raise your sword

Raise your spear

Banish the shadows

pouring poison in your ears

Raise your sword

Have no fear

Drive away the demons

harrowing your dreams

Raise your sword,

We'll get through this night together!

Face whatever the dawn may heel

Step into sunlight without a fear