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your religion is to keep the honor
you’re fighting monsters you fabricate
you expect the evil on every corner
just adventures you contemplate
nobody will come to share your day
you will be alone all the time
nobody will see the things you achieve
and nobody understands that you are a hero

you like the smell of doom
the promise of the past
a hero of the ancient times
victorious at last

in the darkest hour you will come to fight
you represent the weak and the poor
your reputation always shines so bright
for any problem you are the cure
but you don’t live in your dreams – you know that you live here
and this world makes you sick at all
you leave your home and there awaits you fear
and you try to leave this world where you are no hero

you like the smell of doom
the promise of the past
a hero of the ancient times
victorious at last

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