| Come and peer into the cave
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| Forbidden gate where Boic Brave
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| Went down to save us from the grave
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| Our fathers sinned through avarice, the open hand became a fist
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| And greed: a misers drunkenness
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| The Dwarven treasure trove increased
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| Incessant mining roused the beast
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| The eldest born of fire released
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| Corporeal in his domain
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| He bound the Dwarves with heated chains
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| Save one, to fetch him gems, remained
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| The dwarf named Boic stood his ground
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| Amid the flames deep underground
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| The fiendish voice did then resound:
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| Puny dwarf, what treasure, tell
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| Have you brought me down to hell?
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| Your single hope to please me well
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| I went above, beyond your plane, and thought whatever might you gain
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| Since you would think of all as plain?
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| But there is one thing you have not, and I have it, so I brought
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| My few good works, a simple lot
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| I am Death, and I am Gloom
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| I am everlasting Doom
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| This chamber gapes to be your tomb
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| And then they fought with bitter rage
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| A dwarf and demon, flame encaged
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| One victor, one to pay the wage
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| Upon the beast’s back, Boic clung
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| And treasures round the demon hung
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| Boic seized a diamond like the sun
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| He gripped his blacksmith’s hammer dull
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| To subjugate the Demons soul
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| He drove the gem into its skull
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| I purge this mountain, hear my voice!
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| You shall leave, you have no choice!
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| Free from sin we shall rejoice
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| And Boic’s reign shall live a creed
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| Devoid of avarice and greed
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| Where wealth is meant to serve a need
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| Forbidden Gate stands at the hole
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| To remind us of our goal
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| Our wealth is found inside the soul |