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I am the priest of the ways of old

Through the ages my sword I wield

Broken in two or shining in glory

Whatever the odds never I yield

My sword never sleeps

I teach you secrets, cast the runes

The magic of yore is what I bring

I am howling, wolves are praying

Listen to the olden hymn we sing

My sword never sleeps

Many times you have seen my face

But do you dare look into my eyes?

Many times you have heard my song

But do you dare listen to my words?

My sword never sleeps

Unbowed after centuries oppression

My holy flame still burns with might

The slanderous one god never I fear

My divine blade will inspire your fight

My sword never sleeps

I am the one who carries the torch

I am the one who wields steel of yore

I am and always will be your guide

I am the priest of the ancient lore