| As the daylight begins to fade away
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| And the ravens take to the wing
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| Silently I relieve my memories
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| By torchlight within my halls
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| These hands wrought countless wrongs
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| In my plight to take the throne
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| The righteous men of old forced upon me
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| Tasks untold, innocent lives I’ve slayed
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| Long ago I took up my blade
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| Ashes of my woe fell upon me
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| On and on and into the fray
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| My withered armour falls away
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| The crown placed upon my brow
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| And rule of the realm draped upon me
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| Robed in kingly garb
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| The masses set before me
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| The fears and hopes are now my charge
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| Long ago I took up my blade
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| Ashes of my woe fell upon me
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| On and on and into the fray
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| My withered armour falls away
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| Overcome by blood and fire
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| My father’s legacy I now hold
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| Long ago I took up my blade
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| Ashes of my woe fell upon me
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| On and on and into the fray
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| My withered armour falls away
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| Now I stand at the end of my days
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| vanquished my foes and remember the way |