Pale grew his cheek and cold, colder his kiss
The brooch in his hand will rest frozen in bliss
Longing for the final fall
Make your will and follow the call
The world at your feet is there to win
Hail the emperor's throne from within
Forged in fire, hardened in the fields
Marching through the jaws of death
Gun at hand he barges in between
The first to taste the cannon's breath
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Brothers bonded by the holy oath
Soldiers of the fire heart
Knights of values of a world long lost
Gamblers dealing their last cards
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Pale grew his cheek and cold, colder his kiss
The brooch in his hand will rest frozen in bliss
Longing for the final fall
Make your will and follow the call
The world at your feet is there to win
Hail the emperor's throne from within
♪
Walk in splendour, revel in the mists
Her portrait worn near by his chest
Loyal to death, surrendered to his queen
Onward to the mountain's crest
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Pale grew his cheek and cold, colder his kiss
The brooch in his hand will rest frozen in bliss
Longing for the final fall
Make your will and follow the call
The world at your feet is there to win
Hail the emperor's throne from within
♪
War formed flesh and bear a noble heart
It spelled his ideals, gave the law
In thunderstorms his wildest dream was born
A path to the heavens he yearned for
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Pale grew his cheek and cold, colder his kiss
The brooch in his hand will rest frozen in bliss