| Here we ride once again
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| With the pain and dust left behind
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| Toward the caves of Mt. Pholoe
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| I say…
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| Last night the blood did spill
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| Upon the ground of nuptial rite
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| In the house of Ixion’s son
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| I say…
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| Devour!
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| The spirits sank in our veins
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| Insolence from too much wine
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| At the sight of that fair dame
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| I say…
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| The drink was in command
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| Doubled by the fire of lust
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| As I seize the hair of the bride
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| I say…
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| Maraud!
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| Caravan through the night
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| With the north wind at our manes
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| Cry out to the Gods
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| Give me thes trength to ride once again
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| Theseus charged Eurytus
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| Champion with jagged steel
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| Smashed his brains in battle lust
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| Crunching bones beneath his heel
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| Mt. Pholoe is where I ride
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| Slaying all the passerby
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| Plundering the moutnain side
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| Ravenous until I die…
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| My brothers all grabed a dame
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| To do with them as they will
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| What became such violent rape
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| I say…
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| 4 lay in pools of blood
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| Fallen to the spoils of war
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| With hte bride’s milk on my lips
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| I say…
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| We ride!
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| Caravan through the night
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| With the north wind at our manes
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| Cry out to the Gods
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| Give me the strength to ride once again |