| The dwarves of Lark are showing all their honour
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| When you walk on the Gandor secret hill
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| The dance for fire and wind
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| And the stories about old kings
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| Are pleasing our brave lords
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| Down in the village of dwarves
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| The elves are playing under timeless willows
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| While blue and red paint all my beloved land
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| The dance for fire and wind
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| And the stories about old kings
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| Are pleasing our brave lords
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| Down in the village of dwarves
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| The eagle’s eye is hiding something tragic
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| But in this night the red wine rules in me
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| The dance for fire and wind
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| And the stories about old kings
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| Are pleasing our brave lords
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| Down in the village of dwarves
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| And all night long me Arwald and Aresius
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| We speak, we laugh, we honor our king
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| The dance for fire and wind
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| And the stories about old kings
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| Are pleasing our brave lords
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| Down in the village of dwarves
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| The eagle’s eye is hiding something tragic
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| But in this night the red wine rules in me
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| The dance for fire and wind
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| And the stories about old kings
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| Are pleasing our brave lords
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| Down in the village of dwarves
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| And time has come now to ride
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| Before the end of the night
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| The march of the swordmaster
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| To the unholy fight
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| And time has come now to ride
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| Before the end of the night
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| The march of the swordmaster
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| To the unholy fight
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| Unholy fight
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| Unholy fight |