LYRIC
Cloud of horses pounding ground
Trumpet blast glorious call
Golden days with Spring ahead
Riding to the battle sound
First by twos, then by fives
Numbers drawn on starry track
Fifteen silver knights rode out
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Field of peasants fanning out
Chorus rich radiant song
Verdant miles with Summer sun
Running to the laurel shout
God in heaven, grant us peace
Love and mercy, to all we pray
May our voices never cease
May our eyes see cloudless days
Man on earth, hark the word
Forgiveness unto enemies
May our choices rest above
May our stories end with love
First by twos, then by fives
Numbers drawn on starry track
Fifteen silver knights rode out
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Dawn of man rising high
Banners up majestic way
Crimson morn with Winter near
Marching to the holy cry
First by twos, then by fives
Numbers drawn on starry track
Fifteen silver knights rode out
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
Ten Tarnished knights rode back
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