| I was born into a cruel and unforgiving
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| Nasty world that didn’t want me
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| They rejected, disrespected, scorned
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| And shunned me, cold and hungry
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| All I wanted was some company to be comfy
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| But to put it bluntly they were being a bunch
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| Of considerably rude neighbours, so I gave up
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| Then I stumbled on a bloody massive cave, look
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| The doorway yawned awake slowly
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| I wasn’t brave normally
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| But a strange force was calling me
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| And so with flaming torch in hand
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| I made my way forward, though those serrated
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| Corners on the boulders made it awkward
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| I gazed on in awe following a short reconnaissance
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| I saw what lay before me, it was called the orb of dominance
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| It held sway over my thoughts, I gained confidence
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| Till at once the commoners no longer had my tolerance
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| I’m a small illager, the littlest around
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| But now I’ve got a feeling I’m gonna be well-endowed
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| I’m a small illager, my will it stands proud
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| Growing till I fit the throne so hand me the crown
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| Now bow down, show me the top of your head
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| Hey, I said bow down, else I’ll be dropping you dead
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| I’m the arch-illager and I will pillage your village
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| Until you give in so run, you can’t win
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| If you stand in my path you’ll get trampled like grass
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| I see you haven’t any heating, I can provide that
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| No need to thank me, here’s a torch completely free of charge
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| I’ll leave your family tree scorched, slashed with lethal steel shards
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| Oh, I see you’re planning a resistance, if you’re going to lead the charge
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| Be advised, objects in your rearview appear large
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| Your mistake was thinking this a safe space for your opinions
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| Till my minions chased you straight away from my dominion
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| So make haste, spread my covenant all across the kingdom
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| I’m your new government coming for more than just your income
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| You can try assembling a rebellion of adventurers
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| It’s never gonna bother me, my friend, so don’t pretend it does
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| I’m the arch-illager, now come on down
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| Down into my dungeon, have a look around
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| I’m the arch-illager living in a cave
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| And having a party while keeping villagers enslaved
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| Now come on down, down, come on quicker
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| Chop chop, come on down, down some hard liquor
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| I am the arch-illager, handle my business
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| Now everybody give a big hand to our visitors
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| Look at you and your gang, you couldn’t be more villainous
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| Forcing my hand, you’re gonna be all prisoners
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| No forgiveness, I’m sending in my skeletons
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| In regiments defending us against your weapons with a vengeance
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| Repelling your torches, enemy forces
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| Making me nauseous, better be cautious
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| Or you’ll be left on the edge of a tall cliff, awkward, better restore quick
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| Then come down into the dungeon where the smell is rather pungent
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| Can’t tell if it’s your bunions or you’ve been cutting some onions
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| I’m the arch-illager, thank you for coming down
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| Now make yourself comfortable, have a look around
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| I’m the arch-illager, catching you unaware
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| If you come in unprepared here’s someone you haven’t met
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| So glad you came down, down, summoned to my lair
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| There now, what’s the matter chuck? |
| You look a little scared
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| I’m the arch-illager and I warned ya
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| That if you didn’t give up then I’d have to confiscate your head |