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Burning, still yearning
For answers to come to riddles that prey on my mind
They're cheaters, deceivers
Claiming the prize, hearts full of greed, full of lies
Never let them win
There's a hall clad in gold way up high
A reward for the warriors who died
Few are chosen, many will try
It's the grim grey god who will decide
Who will decide
Mistreated, feel cheated
The sorrows of life threaten to bring us all down
Now to battle, on to glory
The warrior's way at least lets you die with some pride
Final hope still springs
There's a hall clad in gold way up high
A reward for the warriors who died
Few are chosen, many will try
It's the grim grey god who will decide
There's a hall clad in gold way up high
A reward for the warriors who died
Few are chosen, many will try
It's the grim grey god who will decide
Who will decide
Who will decide