| Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade
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| Through veiled romantic 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 prophetic 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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| And tranquil as a dream
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| From the woods Pendragon-born i rose Arcturius
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| A proud and mighty king robed in the chivalry of lust
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| Death and fate undaunted me, i drew a throne divided
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| Glorious the battles won Black Adraste 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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| From wounds a traitor wrought…
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| I fear the Augean light is gutting Camelot
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| How bittersweet my triumphs seem
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| Now Autumnal dreams succumb to frost
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| Morganna art thou near me?
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| My strength wilts near a grave
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| Cast my sword to the sylphid grasp
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| Of 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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| Art for the Banshee’s 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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| I greet Dark Immortals
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| On this isle 'neath the moon
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| Why has our kingdom fallen
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| To the enemy so soon
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| Let loose the hounds of darksome night
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| To pillage, rape, 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 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 passive flocks roam free
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| Thus my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce these foul trespassing breeds
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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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| And tranquil as a dream
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| «I have awoken from the past
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| Lengthening the shadows
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| Over England’s bitter scars
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| I prize wide the wounds
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| Her soils whetted, drink
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| Remember me as king
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| When i cradle elder stars
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| Like lovers in my arms
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| Nestled vipers to my breast
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| Venomed forces work these cards
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| Of Devils and priestess…
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| Thus i shall rule anew
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| Through sinews of a song
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| Played upon the storm
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| By the ghosts of Avalon
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| And all in league will bow to me
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| From death they shall ascend
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| To whisper winds of war to stir
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| The dark-one-thing in men
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| The Principle '95
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