| My king, my king, how was I supposed to know
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| Everyone will falter when you die
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| And as we speak the army of our enemies
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| Is approaching our gates, we cannot fly
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| Behold, my son
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| There’s a way to save you all
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| Don’t you despair, don’t be petrified
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| There is an armor
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| Ancient magic made it strong
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| And you shall wear it when you face the fight
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| This harness will guide us through dangerous night
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| It humbles the foe with its grace
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| The thornmail will help us prevail and survive
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| Our deadliest fate we embrace
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| Well done, my son, it’s the way to save you all
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| But don’t you think the realm’s been purified
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| Creatures of darkness are still longing for your fall
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| Keep them in thrall, it’s time to smite and ignite
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| This harness will guide us through dangerous night
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| It humbles the foe with its grace
|
| The thornmail will help us prevail and survive
|
| Our deadliest fate we embrace
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| My king, my king, how was I supposed to know
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| Everyone will falter when you die
|
| This harness will guide us through dangerous night
|
| It humbles the foe with its grace
|
| The thornmail will help us prevail and survive
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| Our deadliest fate we embrace
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| My son, smite them all! |