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Cold lion in a cold winter after a cold war And the cold dead bodies were burned under the coals In my soul, me and my men, can't believe in more hope We pray for the dead lord and bury the beloved As father's gone as yours The sword stay make unity by force Once the lion moved from town to town He made everyone down But soon may the Lord will come to stand up bleeding and shaken and Suffering Screaming in the hall Stand up make your last drink chaos can stop your drink not your fath Once the leader said you are in my shoulder more stronger be bray and don't go anywhere In the last they lost everywhere, And everyone bears the loss A cold winter and cold blood and they want more Stand up and fight, It won't stop with talk and think More pain with time, And every time we get the chance On the world back, we can take the charge Did I Saw the thunder, the devil of the azik hunt and deer And the deer was my dear And between my fingers, I felt his blood wasted, while the lion took a sip of wine, I felt little bit of lost,and I fell in another war Did I hear your voice, Is the father still alive? Is the brave coming? Will the savior return? When we die, we hope it still can be took back I can't remember how good he was Stand up and fight More blood and finally peace apon us And peace don't come from deep water And nothing for free On mlies they crush castles and men travel between empires and we have him here Where you been And when the enemy cream Saying I just want to stay in charge And this is my bad And I am still the king and God bless Oh stand up and fight again Fire don't make you warm and the chair don't hold you too long You freeze and die alive And if one more life comes to me here I want do it again Gathered the men, be rebellious and good friend I wounder every stranger And I hold every secret And no one knows the coming days
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