| On sole faraway Scottish road
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| Strangeness is hanging over
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| An old coach man drives his load
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| Under threatening thunder
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| His passenger’s noone but the baron
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| With a mysterious past
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| His name is famous across the region
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| He will be the last
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| Noone’s ever laid him to
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| Rest for eternity
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| Sign of the time
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| Return and forgiveness
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| Sign of the time
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| Too many facts, too many lies
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| His castle’s become the prison
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| Of wonderfus creatures
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| He honours them beyond reason
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| Regardless of these tortures
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| Cause this new worlds isn’t that brave
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| The man holds them responsible
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| For violating his own grave
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| And Thus showing their mettle
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| On some faraway Scottish road
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| Strangeness is hanging over
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| Down in the plains where he once abode
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| This rage is growing stronger |