| The smell of a fiest was in the air
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| And street merchants everywhere
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| In the caverns brave men told stories
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| Of mystic lands and magic glories
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| In his flowing robes he stood, high above the crowd
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| Cold blue eyes on fire, stared confident and proud
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| He raised his hands to the sky, and brought lots of power down
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| His deeds brought victory and we stole the kings crown
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| In the shadows of the morning light
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| The soldiers rest from a days long fight
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| And 'round the campfire tall tales are told
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| Of mystical wonders and days of old
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| High up top the mountain
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| His words reached us all
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| «I am the chosen one and must answer their call»
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| On a winged charriot of fire, he travelled across the planes
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| To an unknown destiny and there he still remains
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| He was a magic man
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| Nothing could stand in his way
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| Be warned disbelievers
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| Of the powers of yesterday
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| He was a magic man
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| Holy fighter in an ancient war
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| Only light in the darkness shining forever more
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| Shining, forever more… he was a magic man
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| A light in the darkness, shining, shining forever more
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| The powers of yesterday, nothing can stand in his way
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| He was a magic man… |