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Out here all alone there

there are many things to fear

rebellion and madness

the horde is drawing near

The warrior he takes

up his blade and goes to war

with all good intentions he swings his mighty sword

*CHORUS*

Spirit of rome

I must uphold

I will end all tyrany

Spirit of rome

i must uphold

i will live out my true destiny

FIGHT! FIGHT!

solo*

*CHORUS*

Now he stands victorious

fields full of rejoice

he knows hes slayd' the enemy

he knows the battles nigh

One thing he does not know

is that he stands alone

He stands where his kinsmen lie

Buried dead and cold