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Once upon a time |
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there was a restless king in charge. |
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What could he contribute |
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to write some history? |
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Gold he had plenty of |
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but plenty could be more |
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so onwards he marched |
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on reasons quite obscure. |
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With a blindfold and sword, |
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come deliver us from evil. |
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Great saviour of all, |
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so honest and brave. |
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Your land of the free |
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is the home of the knave. |
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Echoes of crusaders |
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were heard across the world |
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as he fought against |
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the legions sent from hell. |
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Shadows of the templars |
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are yet again a fact: |
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creeds are cast aside |
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determination's still intact |