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Standing at the crossroad watching men in armour fighting |
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The fog is lying thick, the ground is shrouded in the dark |
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The battle for the throne increases as it's done forever |
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A dragon in disquise will send a knight to make its mark |
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Fly away on the dragon's mist |
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And seek the heir of kings |
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I'll crave your first-born son in trade |
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Of one night of your dreams |
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Oh, give him the power |
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Please bless him with the strength |
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To pull Excalibur out of the stone |
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Still the battle roars in spite of finding of thr king |
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In search for pease he puts his life into the mighty hands |
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Of knights who once refused to crown him as their rightful heir |
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At last they gather'round the table, summoning the lands |
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Fly away on the dragon's mist |
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And seek the heir of kings |
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I'll crave your first-born son in trade |
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Of one night of your dreams |
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Oh, give him the power |
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Please bless him with the strength |
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To pull Excalibur out of the stone |
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A dream to some |
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A nightmare to others |
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The peace will come |
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And Mordred will be born a bastard son |
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The wizard and his powers will predict the silent future |
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He holds the key to all success and forces it to the door |
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To understand the secrets of his whisperings and riddles |
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They die, and so the legend will live on forever more |
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Fly away on the dragon's mist |
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And seek the heir of kings |
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I'll crave your first-born son in trade |
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Of one night of your dreams |
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Oh, give him the power |
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Please bless him with the strength |
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To pull Excalibur out of the stone |
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(Lars,Kristian) |
