| Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
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| Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned
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| And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name
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| Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed
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| The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings
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| To an England rearisen under vast majestic wings
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| These are the shores whereto my soul
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| Blood drenched and unredeemed
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| Shalt seek solace in secrets told
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| Through the whispers of a dream
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| From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius
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| A proud, audacious King mantled in the
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| vehemence of lust
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| Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided
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| In awe of the glorious battles won, my dark Goddess provided
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| Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court
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| And now I lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a traitor wrought
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| I fear the Augean light
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| is sweeping through Camelot
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| How bittersweet my triumphs seem,
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| now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost
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| Morganna art thou near me?
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| Languid, I wend my path to grave
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| Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp
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| Of the naiad neath the silvered lake
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| When waters stirred lay silent
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| Mistress let the mists descend
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| Thy tears cannot thaw Death’s cold heart
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| His sombre gaze defies legend
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| More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes
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| Art for the Banshees song
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| Or our souls entwined like vein upon
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| The haunted shores of Avalon
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| The haunted shores of Avalon
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| Bury me in velvet dream
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| Lest I unduly wake
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| And seek to reconcile my thirst
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| With the cowardly tailors of my fate
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| Unleash mastiffs of snarling night
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| To overthrow, plague and burn
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| As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead
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| To scheme of my return
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| Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunder of the storm
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| A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch awaiting dawn
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| Their ignorance has forged for me over
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| centuries a sword
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| Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of war
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| The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the
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| passive flocks roam free
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| This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul,
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| trespassing breeds |