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"So you think a man can cheat death and outwit doom...?" |
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"I say a cunning man can cheat death for a long time...?" |
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He spoke to the curse and nothing more, to set our fate |
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Cursed to leave, cursed to light, cursed to die |
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In what words might death call? |
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Repeat them thrice, that is all |
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The hooded stranger said those words |
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All around us no one heard |
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He spoke the curse and nothing more |
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To set our fate to the Bleak Shore |
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In a voice only spoken to us |
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We must rise and leave at once |
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To that place where death hunts |
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A thousand miles have come and gone |
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And all around life wanes on |
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Sailing west to the ocean's song |
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A thousand more will come to pass |
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But our deaths come at last... |
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Despite the doom that holds us fast? |
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Thirty days then cliffs appear |
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The blackened sands are drawing near |
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The Bleak Shore and unknown fear |
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"So you think a man can cheat death and outwit doom...?" |
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"I say a cunning man can cheat death for a long time...?" |
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He spoke to the curse and nothing more, to set our fate |
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Cursed to leave, cursed to light, cursed to die |
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Bleak Shore...Bleak Shore...Bleak Shore... |
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In what way might death chance? |
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Spoken three times, held in trance |
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Black dead eyes transfixed in space |
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The bloodless lips part the pale face |
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He spoke the curse and nothing more |
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We sail to death to the Bleak Shore |
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In a voice only spoken to us |
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We must rise and leave at once |
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To that place where death hunts |
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A thousand miles have come and gone |
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And all around life wanes on |
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Sailing west to the ocean's song |
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A thousand more will come to pass |
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But our deaths come at last... |
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Despite the doom that holds us fast? |
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Thirty days then cliffs appear |
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The blackened sands, unknown fear |
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The Bleak Shore is why we're here |