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The Battle of Soaring Woodhelven

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I got friends and enemies I got masses looking to me Giants of guard The council of lords What's it got to do with me? What's God will done Unbeliever What's God will done Unbeliever These my friends are all in me Are they then my friends indeed? Do they think I am omnipotent? They're gonna get one bad surprise I got friends and enemies I got death spite casing on me Kate writes her files All around us in the night Maybe I'd like to meet What's God will done What's God will done Unbeliever Fine upstanding men and women Quite prepared to die for me But I have a dream And nothing more The blood guard never let you down Herogiant The blood guard never let you down Herogiant The blood guard never let you down Herogiant The blood guard never let you down Herogiant Okay now we'll make a deal I will go with the flow Wherever it may lead Don't stop moving Just keep going down Should I fight? Should I take up the sword? And if the light Of the hospital wards Awakens me What then? Nerves don't regenerate Nerves don't regenerate One thing I Must not ever forget Even here On this battlefield all is unreal Nerves don't regenerate Nerves don't regenerate I feel the pressure of an evil voice I hear it sing that song But I will be nobody's golden boy Have you got it? I'm never gonna believe it I'm never gonna believe it Take your dreams away Who are you anyway? My golden boy My golden boy Nerves don't regenerate It is a singular military phenomenon The mobile fighting wedge In a triangular formation Hence the term wedge These creatures chant One might even say bark Incantations in unison And thereby One good push and you'll go far But what a clumsy boy you are Salt heart breaks the wedge by just falling on them Big guy, baby it ain't so hard to bring the unhomed home It looks like victory so I should feel better But I don't, I don't Have we, have I become the very thing I hate? Just who am I fighting? Death lives within my heart And how should I escape from this real hallucination? Am I white gold wielder or unbeliever?