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Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade |
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Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned |
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And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name |
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Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed |
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The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings |
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To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings |
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These are the shores whereto my soul |
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Blood drenched and unredeemed |
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Shalt seek solace in secrets told |
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Through the whispers of a dream |
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From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius |
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A proud, audacious King mantled in the |
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vehemence of lust |
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Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided |
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In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided |
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Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court |
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And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought |
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I fear the Augean light |
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is sweeping through Camelot |
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How bittersweet my triumphs seem, |
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now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost |
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Morganna art thou near me? |
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Languid, I wend my path to grave |
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Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp |
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Of the naiad neath the silvered lake |
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When waters stirred lay silent |
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Mistress let the mists descend |
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Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart |
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His sombre gaze defies legend |
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More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes |
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Art for the Banshees song |
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Or our souls entwined like vein upon |
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The haunted shores of Avalon |
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The haunted shores of Avalon |
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Bury me in velvet dream |
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Lest I unduly wake |
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And seek to reconcile my thirst |
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With the cowardly tailors of my fate |
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Unleash mastiffs of snarling night |
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To overthrow, plague and burn |
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As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead |
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To scheme of my return |
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Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm |
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A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn |
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Their ignorance has forged for me over |
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centuries a sword |
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Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war |
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The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the |
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passive flocks roam free |
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This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul, |
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trespassing breeds |
