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Oh, remembering the words |
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The vision of the sage |
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He summoned all the heathen breed |
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A black heart's dream of a new age |
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Taint and vicious life, he cried |
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Strongest of his kind |
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Shattered by a fateful might |
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A carnal spell devoured his fiery mind |
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Distrust and treason |
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The strong will survive |
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Is no virtue of reason |
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While the whole land is moaning |
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Oh, who's worth to be king |
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Revenge! Hunt the king of Cornwall down |
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The troops will march |
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For they adore the cauldron |
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All is fading to ashes, turning to war |
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Oh, all you woeful warriors |
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For yon weakness'll never be strength |
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Cold and fearless, you adore |
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The lies of a madman right 'til the end |
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And in a night of roaming shadows |
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With a spell on his face |
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He seduced the unaware widow |
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Oh, what murderous embrace |
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So fate took its course |
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With less rhyme than reason |
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War and hate |
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Will bear brighter days |
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The night passed its crown to the king of dawn |
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This dream will last 'til the day |
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This new kingdom will come |
