| Through the misty realm of morning
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| Came the cry of the raven’s warning
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| Come away there is evil around you
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| There is canker curse and fire
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| It will take out your eyes for its master
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| It will cut you and give him your heart sir
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| Now too late it is close it has found you
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| Beware the venomous iron
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| Be still I do not fear death
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| I now welcome the journey
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| But friend fly to my patron
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| And pluck his eyes in revenge
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| Go tell him that my last breath
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| I spent singing an old song
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| His heart will burn with my heart
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| In the fires of hell before long
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| For the crab will come out of the ocean
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| To be near to his mouth for the time
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| He can steal his soul on his dying breath
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| And hide it away for eternity
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| Oh greater the lord more the fool
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| Always the same essential flaw
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| While his lackeys are picking my bones clean
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| People dance on to my songs at his back door |