| You’ve called for Three Hunters, Three Hunters are we
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| And you do tempt us to be your Three Kings
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| We’ve hunted in Egypt, Greece, and Norway
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| And we can replenish you of your freedom
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| And we can set you people free
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| But you must accept our offering
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| Now let us introduce what we bring
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| I’m Marcus Aurelius, I’m the King of the Sky,
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| I give you every stolen bird feather
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| Use them to wipe the pity from your eyes
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| I’ll fly them to heaven to take away your pain
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| My subjects will carry your feathers forever
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| your pain will be so far out of your reach
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| I’m Marcus Aurelius and this is my offering
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| I offer to you to be your First King
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| I am Lucius, the King of the Water
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| I offer you the fat and the oil of the pickerel fish
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| I will flenser your fear off that congealed on yourselves
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| I’ll take your fear and rub you with unguent
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| In mouths my baleens will hold your fear in safe keeping
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| I am Lucius and this, this is my offering
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| I offer to you to be your Second King
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| My names is Jonas, call me Jonas Groan
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| Banished to the Underworld where I’m mostly alone
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| All I got is a backbone from some hellhound
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| I’m sorry but that’s all I found underground
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| Cold dark and lonely, I’ll never let you get as low as me
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| I’m Jonas Groan and this is my only offering
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| Don’t have to offer much to be only Third King
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| We are the Three Kings, we will keep you safe
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| we might hunt with a harness an ulu or arsenic
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| We’ll take your pity and fear that keeps you lowly
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| And if we accept your offering and take your beast far away
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| then we will rule as your Kings
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| We’ll start the hunt when you accede |