| Did you see the Wood-child's gaze
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| See the ancient fire in his eyes?
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| Did you hear the Ax as it sang
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| Thirsting to drink the blood of a king?
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| Did you see it flash to and fro
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| Glowing with a life all its own?
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| Did you see the tyrant fall
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| Headless in the torchlit hall?
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| Did you see the wood child
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| Tear the crown
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| From the severed head
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| Of the king?
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| Did you see the Tyrant
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| On a stake in the village square?
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| Could it be the end
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| Has come at last?
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| Could this be the prophesy
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| Come to pass?
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| Back in the town they
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| Celebrate times to come.
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| Here in the wood we dance
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| For the end has come. |