| To the verge of the forest dark and deep
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| A sparkle of light, so beautiful a sight
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| Beneath the oak, florins fair and bright
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| «In search of death, a treasure we have found
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| Our happening a blessing and a curse rolled into one
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| Our prayers are answered, the voiceless god doth act
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| For decades I have begged him to release me from the grips of total poverty»
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| «This is our granted indulgence»
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| «Lightly it comes, so we will spend»
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| But each of them so ignorant to the horror that impends
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| So consumed with gluttony, the three begin to gorge
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| Forgetting soon the memory of the brotherhood they had forged
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| «In that moment, my lust for life became real»
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| Locked in greed’s eternal embrace
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| Amongst the evergreen, away from the eyes of the world
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| Ready to commit complete and utter sin
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| To lay upon, the boundless sea of gold
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| «A single coin performs to me a rhapsody»
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| Each note a blessing, a symbol of pure wealth
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| Guided by imperative that was beyond control and comprehension
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| «This is our granted indulgence»
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| «Lightly it comes, so we will spend»
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| But each of them so ignorant to the horror that impends
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| So consumed with gluttony, the three begin to gorge
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| Forgetting soon the memory of the brotherhood they had forged
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| «Brethren, take heed of what I say»
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| «Journey deep in oceans of gold and drown with me»
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| «This treasure, a fortune given unto us
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| Does it make you think?
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| Why today should we have so fair a grace?»
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| Awakening. |
| Peasant to king
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| «This is our granted indulgence» |