| Once there was a mighty king
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| Whose tragedy bards still sing
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| He ruled his realm right and fair
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| Doing evil no one ever dared
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| Then one day a stranger came
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| «Randal,» He said, «is my name
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| The art of magics is my trade
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| And I’ll entertain if I get paid»
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| And the king gladly took him in
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| Never seeing the wizard’s grin
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| From that day the blissful years
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| Forever changed into times of fear
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| Day by day, the wizard was slowly taking control
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| Day by day, the king was slowly losing his soul
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| And no one could see
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| The shadow, which fell
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| Upon the old king
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| A sinister spell!
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| The cause of his pain
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| No one could tell
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| The wizard just laughed
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| His plan worked so well!
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| As the wizard rose in might
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| He turned the king from the light
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| The king became grim and cold
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| And did whatever Randal told
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| The king began a terror reign
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| Taught his people feel pain
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| They never knew that he was prone
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| To the power behind the throne
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| The malice gleamed in the wizard’s eyes
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| When he was feeding the king with lies |