| A king has summoned all the lords and powers of the realm
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| A harvest feast to celebrate the bounties of the year
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| Men pack the halls and women flock, to entertain the mass
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| They feast and drink and fornicate, for winter’s nearly here
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| The king stands all and welcomes all, raising a glass of cheer
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| He bids his men to feast away and drink
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| Drink until the dawn
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| Tales of old are boldly told, by torchlight burning bright
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| The quests and deeds of yesterday, we will relive tonight
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| Welcome all to the gathering of kings
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| Fill your stein
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| As our time passes by
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| Raise your glass into the sky
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| Pound it back for those who have died
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| Drink hard
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| For the kingdom is ours tonight
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| The autumn sun will rise and fill the halls of darkened souls
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| In company of friends we drink and remember ones we lost
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| The year’s been hard, men battle-scarred, we carry through their days
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| But now we celebrate their lives and drink
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| Drink until the dawn |