| Burgundy years
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| I remember everything
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| Burgundy years
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| Death tolls ever dark its cheers
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| Dark the days that beckon me
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| Throughout the Northland country
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| But there was hope once in my heart
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| When minstrels sang sweet their song
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| From the cup you made me drink
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| The potions of uncertainty
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| My love never did perish
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| I have kept the memories inside
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| Burgundy years
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| I remember everything
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| Burgundy years
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| Death tolls ever dark its cheers
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| Blood it lingers still yet stirring
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| Where goodwill was once endearing
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| I’ve become the caretaker
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| Dutifully, a saint forlorn
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| Marriage to the brotherhood
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| By oaths sworn in magicians woods
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| The martyr of my Christian name
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| Slain by the scarlet crusades
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| Burgundy years
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| I remember everything
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| Burgundy years
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| Death tolls ever dark its cheers
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| Shall the words of misfits spoken
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| Be treated as jesters' tokens
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| There is but a glimmer full
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| Of the dim light you have cast
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| In time all heroes depart
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| But there was hope once in my heart |