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Dark the days that beckon me |
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Throughout the Northland country |
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But there was hope once in my heart |
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When minstrels sang sweet their song |
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From the cup you made me drink |
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The potions of uncertainty |
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My love never did perish |
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I have kept the memories inside |
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Burgundy Years |
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I remember everything |
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Burgundy Years |
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Death tolls ever dark its cheers |
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Blood it lingers still yet stirring |
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Where goodwill was once endearing |
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I've become the caretaker |
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Dutifully, a saint forlorn |
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Marriage to the brotherhood |
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By oaths sworn in magicians woods |
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The martyr of my Christian name |
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Slain by the scarlet crusades |
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Burgundy Years |
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I remember everything |
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Burgundy Years |
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Death tolls ever dark its cheers |
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Shall the words of misfits spoken |
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Be treated as jesters' tokens |
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There is but a glimmer full |
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Of the dim light you have cast |
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In time all heroes depart |
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But there was hope once in my heart |
