| The look of disbelief is still in your face
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| As I watch how your eyes begin to glaze
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| Your broken body lies in a growing pool
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| Of blood… I have betrayed you, you sorry old fool
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| But to have your Art makes it worth this crime
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| And your former knowledge will soon be mine
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| In my hands I now hold your Grand Grimoire
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| The source of your once great might and arcane lore
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| Pre Chorus
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| How many times have I not cursed these pages?
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| It feels like I’ve been reading for ages
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| But I can not give up, I have to be patient
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| 'cause your book contains the Art of the Ancient
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| Soon your magic will lie in my hands
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| Every spell, powerful and grand
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| Of the greatest Art are going to be known to me
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| And then, my friend, I will no longer be…
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| The wizard’s apprentice
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| Solo Dahl
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| I have found the key. |
| How could I be so blind?
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| With the right phrase and the right state of mind
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| The power explodes in me, burning deep inside
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| The Art engulfs me in a roaring magic tide
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| Pre Chorus
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| For how many years have I not yearned and craved for this?
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| It feels like I have reached eternal bliss
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| And it does not matter much that my soul is stained
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| By your death, compared to what I have gained
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| Now your magic lies in my hands
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| Every spell, powerful and grand
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| Of the greatest Art are now finally known to me
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| And no more, my friend, will I ever be…
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| The wizard’s apprentice
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| Solo Both
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| Bridge
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| I am divine, pure energy
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| The Ancient’s power flows in me
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| But it’s to much for my mind to sustain
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| With a sudden burst of pain
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| All magic’s scorched from my brain
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| And I realise that all have been in vain
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| My Art is forever gone!
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| Solo Nyberg, Dahl
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| So now my magic’s no more
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| My Art is gone, my precious lore
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| Has forever been burned away from my very core
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| And now I am neither the Master Mage nor
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| The wizard’s apprentice
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| Just a common man |