| Sentinels of the gold; |
| sworn devils, colluding
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| A whisper comes from one, unto the other
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| «Thou art my sworn brother, the departed fellow is a fool
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| Let us take this find and split it in two»
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| Treacherous minds can be heard, poisoned with avarice
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| Hail wealth, Hail sin. |
| Half is greater than a third
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| «How may that be? |
| Do we deceive? |
| Surely he’ll know that we’ve taken the gold?»
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| «It shall be secret, then we can live, live as Kings!»
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| Two stand stronger than one
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| In the shadow of the midnight sun
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| «Arise in play, I shall rive him through the sides and flay»
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| Conspire, as if its a game
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| And with my blade I’ll do the same
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| A dagger to heart will declare his end
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| The gold is divided
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| Conspire, as if its a game
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| And with my blade I’ll do the same
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| We shall act as I have said
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| And then bury our dead
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| One of three dreaming in gold; |
| the youngest, infernal
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| His blood is poisoned by a vision of wealth that he dreams was his alone
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| «O Lord», quod he «no man should be merry as me»
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| And then, the fiend, Lucifer planted his seed…
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| Poison the wine that your brothers will quaff
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| Hail wealth, Hail sin. |
| Never to see the sun again
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| He who hath tasted the fruits of hell now had intent
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| To slay them both and never repent
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| A desperate savage walks the cobbles of town
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| Apothecary is needed for murder
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| «Pray sell poison'
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| I must rid the woods of contamination»…
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| Conspire, as if its a game
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| And with my blade I’ll do the same
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| A dagger to heart will declare his end
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| The gold is divided
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| Conspire, conspire
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| And then bury our dead
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| And so he procured a toxin delight
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| As if for vermin that plagued him at night
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| «Thou now hold a bane so foul
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| That it would perish the gates of hell
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| And with prudence you must act
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| Use with caution and respect
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| Thou only need a single grain
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| To end a life in abominable pain."
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| Borrowed of him, clean bottles three
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| In two pours the poison he
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| The third is clean for him to drink
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| And to his fellows he retreats |