I've met a warrior painting his sorrows
dreaming about a conflict that no one could've solved
for glory and for honour for people and his land
one way he would die with the spear
the spear in his hand
pierced by an arrow he fell of his horse
thinking about his childhood and what they all been told
it all seems so distant it all seems so wrong
so sad he took an arrow for him
him to sing this song
singing la la la
singing la la la
he became a hero and they called out his name
no one were thinking of the blood that was shed
for glory and for honour for people all so brave
he cried many tears and turn
turn in his grave
singing la la la
singing la la la
singing la la la
singing la la la

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