traitor
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And the Giant sighed, grimace and frown
as its impossible form was broken down.
Bones like steel, warped and bent,
and skin like leather, was easily rent.
No sign its might, no courage seen,
In the last day where the line is drawn in blood,
We choose our sides And fight for those we love
(chorus)
If you'd only known that this is why we stand
Then you'd free yourself And join the last of man
