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Through winter storms, be rode through icy mountains and cold valleys, be rodefear in his mind fear of death this fight could be his lastone mans battle against forces of evil this was his destiny
He had spoken with the dark, the evil itself he could not be turnedand a choice was made in the realm of darkness to cut this warrior awaywith his sword and armour he will fight the dark if he can.
He will be remembered for his great couragehe will fight for his honour and pride, until the end.
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