| Started life as a peasant in these mountains remote
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| From a town with starvation and a populace without hope
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| Your parents they loved you, but they could not provide for you
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| So you were sent to a castle as a servant for a better life
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| The position extended by a travelling Nobleman
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| He offered to serve as your guide
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| (A protector)
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| The title was only a mask, a fucking fallacy
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| His armour hid his true nature and on this path his patience wears thin
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| Filled with desire and lust he takes you into the carriage
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| You’re overwhelmed by his size, his weight and his grasp
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| Submitting, praying that this day would become your last, but a stranger
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| appears suddenly, behind the Nobleman’s back
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| His sword was withdrawn
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| His sway of the blade severs the Nobleman’s ear
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| His sword was withdrawn
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| Witness the falcon
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| Blood covers your face and your adrenaline increases to a climax
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| So you lifted the sword and you drove it through his chest without looking back
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| (Looking back)
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| You made your choice, no looking back
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| (Marked a falcon the day, defined by the kill)
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| A new leader, by the sword you’re
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| (Fulfilled)
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| Following the man who showed you free will
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| Marked a falcon defined by the kill
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| Open eyes, no disguise, no lies, only left with reality
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| You made your choice, no looking back
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| You made your choice, no looking back |