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In the meadow where the butterflies roam
Stood warriors with swords, far away from home
Their blades gleamed under the morning Sun
A battle to fight, a war to be won
Of swords and butterflies, of steel and grace
In the dance of battle, they find their place
With every swing and every flight
They paint a picture of day and night
The clashing of swords, a symphony of might
Beside the fluttering wings, taking their flight
For every life taken, a new one begins
In the cycle of war, nobody wins
Of swords and butterflies, of steel and grace
In the dance of battle, they find their place
With every swing and every flight
They paint a picture of day and night
Of swords and butterflies, of steel and grace
In the dance of battle, they find their place
With every swing and every flight
They paint a picture of day and night
Butterflies whisper the tales of the fallen
Swords raise in honor, as new heroes are callin'
In the heart of chaos, there's still beauty to see
As butterflies soar, and the warriors fight free
Of swords and butterflies, of steel and grace
In the dance of battle, they find their place
With every swing and every flight
They paint a picture of day and night
Of swords and butterflies, of steel and grace
In the dance of battle, they find their place
With every swing and every flight
They paint a picture of day and night
So let the swords clash, let the butterflies roam
In the end, it's just another story to be told
Of swords and butterflies, in the endless sky
Where the echoes of war and peace will never die
