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Thundering down from the mountain you ride Clutching a sword made of steel The ones you call friends they all left you for dead Alone on the battlefield many were at your command Renegade souls on your command Holding each life in your hand Living for all and for one Shining into the night you are riding Through the darkness and light you are flying with the wind in your hair The flight of the warrior Drunk with revenge from winch on one can hide Into their midst you will run A face from the grave is the last thing they'll see And die with your name on their tongue many were at your command Renegade souls on the run Holding each life in your hand Living for all and for one Shining into the night you are riding Through the darkness and light you are flying with the wind in your hair The flight of the warrior Thundering down from the mountain you ride Clutching a sword made of steel The ones you call friends they all left you for dead Alone on the battlefield Many were at your command Renegade souls on your command Holding each life in your hand Living for all and for one Shining into the night you are riding Through the darkness and light you are flying with the wind in your hair The flight of the warrior From Letras Mania