Chords for Aviators - Traveler's Song (Fantasy Rock)

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So, on a list for eternal [C#] efforts,
Seem to raise our spirits [G#] in great [C#] despair,
[B] Through [C#] the ashes [G#] of Oblivion. _
We're kept unseen like the dragons offspring,
For we all know what's about to [C#] knock in,
For [B] every war has its cost and [C#] repay,
Won by [B] the bond of the body [G#] we made. _ _ _ _ _
[C#] A war with [G#] a king that the battle stands now,
As the [C#] demons [G#] of Zul be strike them [C#] down,
[B] A fighting [C#] that [G#] grows sublime.
_ [B] [G#] A sent from the sky like an angel in need,
Given words to strengthen and [C#] words to heed,
[B] Heaven sells a [C#] satellite,
We're [B] knocking on the [C#] gates of [G#] hell tonight.
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Broken souls and dragons' [F#] bones,
Scattered all the way back [C#] home,
Beating to the sound of flashing steel,
In the road our [G#] kings found,
Shepherds, dicks and mages of [F#] stone,
Strengthened by the hymns of [C#] old,
Where the masses wandered from this long,
City singing our [G#] jolly song.
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Play our last spell in your secrets of gold,
To inspire and sharpen our rusted [C#] sword,
[B] Echoing [C#m] the whisper [G#m] of a tree.
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Creep on the path where a thousand bloods [G#m] pour,
From the [C#] thick [G#] westerly and jungle [C#] trails,
Come from a [B] fire to set [C#] prisoners free,
Into dark tangled [B] depths from the [C#] open [G#] sea.
_ _ [B] _ [G#] Broken _ [B] _ [G#] _
souls and dragons' [F#] bones,
Scattered all the way back [C#] home,
Beating to the sound of flashing steel,
In the road our [G#] kings found,
Shepherds, dicks and mages of [F#] stone,
Strengthened by the hymns of [C#] old,
Where the masses wandered from this long,
City [F#] singing our [G#] jolly song.
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chances don't come [F#] cheap,
So keep alert and on your [C#] feet,
An ancient spirit's song will heal our wounds.
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Unabashed by our defeat,
[F#] What stands on these caviled [C#] streets,
A message to the gods to see us through.
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No blood will get rarely [F#] sung,
So raise your voice and praise the [C#] sun,
A call to new rebirth to keep us strong.
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Countless souls along the path,
[F#] Lost to fiends and worlds of [C#] wrath,
Will return to play our final song.
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_ _ _ _ _ _ [F#] [G#] Broken souls and dragons' [F#] bones,
Scattered all the way back [C#] home,
Beating to the sound of flashing steel,
In the road our kings [G#] found,
Shepherds, dicks and mages of [F#] stone,
Strengthened by the hymns of [C#] old,
Where the masses wandered from this long,
City [F#] singing our [G#] jolly song.
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