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The Soldier’s Blade - Aurelio Voltaire
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The Soldier’s Blade Aurelio Voltaire

The Soldier’s Blade - Aurelio Voltaire
[Verse 1]
In a humble cave of Tír-eg-nÓn
A mother gave her son a blade
She melted down the family crest
And from its best, the knife was made
She bid him go to Vaes-eg-blad
For her honor to avenge
A general there had done her foul
He'd strike him down
She'd have revenge

[Chorus]
Honor and blood
Family and clan
Dignity and pride
Without these, an elf would die
For glory, we strive
In battle, we thrive
Through the blood and the lies
Of our enemies, we stride

[Post-Chorus]
Lo, the bloodline of the Cavern Elf
Hails from the father's side
Though, should you look inside yourself
You'll find your mother's eyes
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