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Behold I've come Ax in hand |
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To lay claim to this your land |
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Face me now I stand alone |
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Rightful heir to yonder throne |
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Fool! How dare you come here |
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With your insults and delusions |
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Guards! Behead this wretch |
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And fetch his ax for my collection |
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Good it is to taste this wine again |
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And fall upon the necks of mortal men |
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Drunk I am upon the blood of slaves |
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Kingly blood I deign to taste |
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"When the Ax is freed from hell |
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A single stroke shall break the spell |
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When the Ax is free again |
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A brutal reign shall meet its end!" |
