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Standing above the heights,
Flowing with the hills,
All within the sights,
You see our baron land,
Nothing worth the bloodshed,
On virgin sand,
As you feel the freedom,
You never think it would be you,
Standing tall above the your kingdom,
You call it home,
Though it lacks love,
Like a flying dove,
Seeing all around you,
Is nothing but suffering,
There's something you need to do,
It's all coming to an end,
Don't know what to expect,
Feeling like there's something to detect,
Not only love but a sense of enjoyment,
All within the final effect,
Of the stage,
We call war,
It is over,
Hear us roar.
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