| When once, long ago
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| I was worn down and abused
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| The strongest took the spoils
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| And then we fell at their shoes
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| But now they are gone
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| And my sanity’s kept by my chains
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| So I bear them both in faith and hate
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| For family and all that remains
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| Fight, to ignite
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| Not for gods nor the coming of night
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| If I’m the last of the men to fall
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| Then this warrior’s growing in might
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| For fear and for love
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| And survival when push comes to shove
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| The red hood is coming to take you home
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| The bearer of soul and of light
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| Old kings will fade
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| When the last of the light’s fading too
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| The castles long have fallen
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| And the paintings faded blue
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| So here now you stand
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| We are human yet both something new
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| The last prize has been taken
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| Now the red hood faces you
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| Here in the ashes
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| Balanced and whole
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| I endlessly hunger
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| For power of soul
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| At the end of all the ages
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| In the last of my crusades
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| You’re the red hood’s last contender
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| And the first one unafraid
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| I’m regretful to have hurt you
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| But this world’s blood must be spilled
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| I’ll return home as a monster
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| From the bad dream that I’ve killed |