Lavos Beckon the great hunt ii no bar to my call

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Curled, golden Horn
Object of the Legends
Summon through your song
The Heroes of the Ages
No iron is hard
No mountain is tall
For, The grave is no bar to my call
Mount and spur your horse!
Gallop with the wind
Nothing must bar the course
The Great Hunt begins
Make haste! Sniff out the trail
Of something far more vile
Upon the task at hand rides
The hope of all mankind
She walks the earth again
Daughter of the Night
Between us it never ends
The Pattern grips you tight
The heron wades in your palm
The blood you deny
The banner you dread the most
Do you still defy?
Bards will sing our songs
Gleemen tell our tales and our stories
Think only of salvation
Not of greatness and all the glory
For the grave is no bar to my call!
From Stone to Stone
Scenes of what might be
Straying you away
From your destiny
Vitality so great
In the void it waits
Corruption by the taint
In the void it waits
Bards will sing our song
Gleemen tell our tales and our stories
Think only of salvation
Not of greatness and all the glory
Draw and bare your steel
Blade rang on blade
The heron's now yours for real
Slay or be slain
Duty runs in your veins
Summoned Heroes aid
And now, fulfill your fate
Ride the weave of the Age!
Bards will sing our song
Gleemen tell our tales and our stories
Think only of salvation
Not of greatness and all the glory
For the grave is no bar to my call!

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