| Listen o ye my old friend
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| Hear my songs echoing out through the archways of the elms
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| On the leaves my bare feet tread
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| I leave a trace of my existence with my bitterness and aims
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| Surrounded by a cloak of haze
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| Lacerating and trying to wound my weary flesh and firm belief
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| Step by step in this dark maze
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| I try to find a sign that leads me far away from the relief
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| All the miles to cover
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| A little closer to the gale
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| I face this storm crying out my wail
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| Through perilous, insidious ways
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| I walk uneasy steps… I’m led by grief
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| The soil I tread is crumbling
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| Like shifting sands is eating me away
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| It’s taking me under, no air to breathe, no blood to bleed
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| Wake the fury, the cry for mercy
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| Feel the winter’s fire
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| Back to old days where I can recall
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| My candid unready desires
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| Abortion, contention, turned to new life and redemption
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| Carried away by all that’s said and done, I’m a teardrop away
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| From salvation — from my own liberation
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| Now the time has come, and my path undone
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| All the boundaries’ve been broken, chains are dead and gone
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| Now the time has come, and I am the one
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| A reign of renewal, carved in my roots
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| The king of the elves… is back!
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| One night I heard the owls say:
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| «Find the truth beneath the stars and travel back to heaths of green»
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| A memory from long ago
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| Vague images are floating like a branch I need to cling to
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| I have been under siege
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| But overwhelmed my enemies
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| I’m still alive, prevail the realm
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| Standing by the oak tree, crooked bones all over me
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| Knock, knock, hear the clock
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| The spiders now are stitching up
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| Standing by the ghost tree, lumpy, knotty old tree
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| Tic, toc, tic, toc
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| All my time is running out
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| I yearn for my release, disheartened bars contrived with hurt
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| A weave of broken dreams is caging me yet I will run away
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| (Tear it up, tear it up, tear it up)
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| The light of a new day is born
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| Caressing with its morning breeze
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| Crimson winds are gone with dawn
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| With every memory to seize
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| Stand and hail the sovereign
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| Dethroned, banished in slavery
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| Acclaim and revere the new King
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| Crowned with just own reverie
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| Our dream and fantasy
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| Dreaming away
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| Find another way to live and
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| Find another dawn and another place
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| Dreaming away
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| Try to be strong within and
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| Find another path and another road
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| Dreaming away
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| Give relief to the scars of yesterday
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| Washing away
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| All the blames you have already paid for…
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| Now the time has come, and I sing my song
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| …Of a small boy chasing daydreams, reaching high above
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| Now the time has come, and I am the one
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| The passionate heartbeat and my soul ablaze
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| I have been crowned…
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| Abduction, subversion, deep inside, a wild commotion
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| No more at war with all that’s said and done, I have finally
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| Conquered salvation — and my own liberation
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| Now the time has come, and my path undone…
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| With tears in my eyes, I now follow my heritage
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| I have been crowned the new Elvenking |