| There he stood before the black iron throne
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| Watching the dreadful creature of bone
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| On it’s fingers gleamed silver and gold
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| Fear battled greed, would his luck hold?
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| Long he stared at the fearsome dead king
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| Then he reached up for a golden ring
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| With flaring eye-sockets the king grabbed his hand
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| And spoke with a voice that was dry as sand:
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| «At last I’m awake, I’m finally free
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| The curse has been broken, shattered by thee
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| So, foolish mortal, thou dare to steal from me
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| For that thou shalt die, but undead thou’ll be
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| My servant for eternity»
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| «NO!!!» |