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Burning, still yearning For answers to come, to riddles that prey on my mind They're cheaters, deceivers Taming the flames, hearts full of grief, full of lies Never let them win! There's a hall clad in gold way up high A reward for the warriors who die Few are chosen, many will try It's the grim, great god who will decide, who will decide Mistreated, feel cheated The sorrows all night threaten to bring us all down Now to battle, run to glory The warrior's way at least lets you die with some pride Final hope still speaks There's a hall clad in gold way up high A reward for the warriors who die Few are chosen, many will try It's the grim, great god who will decide There's a hall clad in gold way up high A reward for the warriors who die Few are chosen, many will try It's the grim, great god who will decide, who will decide, who will decide From Letras Mania