| Stranger has thou seen their lordly castle
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| The castle that was built so nearby the sea
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| Ancient walls standing tall
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| Black oil hath come to boil
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| Archers are ready to bloody the soil
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| My fighting hands ain’t numb by enemy breath
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| My spy in today in this distant land
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| My warfare has to withstand, steely shines keenly honed
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| Made ready to slash the opponent’s flesh
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| Fear is nothing to fear but fear itself
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| Why should my attack dust away on a shelf
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| Siege tower raised high
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| My castle of greed raised as high as the sky
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| I attack in the night
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| When my crossbowmen are out of sight
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| Siege tower raised high
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| Offensive archers are prepared now to die
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| With my arrows stream of fire
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| Soldiers are killed with desire
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| Soon death will come upon this castle
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| In pain will one lord die
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| The minstrel then will sing death’s song
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| For him per chance or I
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| Fear is nothing to fear but fear itself
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| Why should my attack dust away on a shelf
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| Siege tower raised high
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| My castle of greed raised as high as the sky
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| I attack in the night
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| When my crossbowmen are out of sight
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| Siege tower raised high
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| Offensive archers are prepared now to die
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| With my arrows stream of fire
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| Soldiers are killed with desire |