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The miss clings every to the furore tonight Two shadows moving in the pale moonlight I check my axe, you sharpen your blade Side by side, we are never afraid You're the shield that holds when the mountains quake A queen of the forest, a wolf in the fray We march to the rhythm, the iron grey Equality carved in the rooms we bear The weight of the world is a share The ravens are watching from the ancient tree I look at you and I see me No step behind, no soul to lean Together we plan, the warrior's seed Gold in the fire, silver in the soul Two hands of a heart making the circle whole When the shields clash loud and the arrow fly I got your back beneath the northern sky Through the thunder and the rain through the mud and the pain We are the warriors, we are the same
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