Epic Fortune Track

I’m too young
Too young to fight
The bell has rung
Arrows have taken flight

One in a million
Chances are slim
Blending with the background like a chameleon
Opening my eyes to a battlefields grim

Grow them like a harvest of wheat
They cut you down to a rotting reek
Down the line chained at the feet
Do not speak; you’re a part of the answer I seek

You say kill
You lead the charge
All to get your fill
To supply your gold that weighs the barge

You survived
Let’s celebrate
Mourn those that have died
Our kingdom revived
Let it be known that we will not tolerate
Those overthrown; those that don’t abide

Grow them like a harvest of wheat
They cut you down to a rotting reek
Down the line chained at the feet
Do not speak; you’re a part of the answer I seek

You survived
Let’s celebrate
Mourn those that have died
Our kingdom revived
Let it be known that we will not tolerate
Those overthrown; those that don’t abide

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