| The reigning king, high priest of the sonic fire
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| Baptizing the world with a roaring flame
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| Lord of the strings
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| Born to sweep the world like a fifth wind
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| Now gone, but echoing beyond forever
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| Burning with passion and with grace
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| Every night you set the world ablaze
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| Millions who walked with you through the days
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| Forever will revere your name
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| Electric fire from your hands
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| Burned still on the night your last stand
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| Breathing life into the world
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| On the last stage lies a hero with a heart of gold
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| Now a fallen warrior with wounds too deep to endure the cold
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| Your strings still weep as you’re taken away too soon
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| As you bleed on the strings now the strings bleed with you
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| With pride he dedicated his life
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| To keeping the spirit and the flame alive
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| Preserving the craft with the power to light millions of hearts
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| Leaving behind a legacy —
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| Countless secrets of an art like sorcery
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| Now the strings of your followers sing in your honor |