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Give me the desert I will don my mail I will win or fail And in failing find release From this prison cell of peace I know one thing I know to kill with sword and lance I know how to sing When the battle lines advance I have not had my fill I have not lost my will The lines keep tracing around my eyes And I pray now at the sides My body burns My body's broken head to toe My body yearns There's only so far left to go Sit inside these walls And wander these dark halls And while my sons march off to war I see my life's fast-closing door But not today Not while I still draw broken breath I'm for the brave And for the glory of my death I will put on my sword And I will join this hoard The devil take my swollen hand I will ride once more upon the land Ah yes that's it Ah yes you're young and strong Ah yes I see my eyes In the mirror of your own And we embrace like friends And soon my ride shall end Just lay me down nearby To see the glory of the sky Give me the desert Give me a sword of polished steel Give me the horse flesh And the spur upon my heel I will don my mail I will win or fail And in failing find release From this prison cell of peace Give me the desert Give me a sword of polished steel Give me the horse flesh And the spur upon my heel I will don my mail I will win or fail And in failing find release From this prison cell, this prison cell of peace |
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