| Colonel forbin stared up at the mountain
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| And wiped away the beads of sweat
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| That glistened on his brow
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| His tired feet were buried in the quagmire
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| And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between him
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| And fulfillment of his vow
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| And he felt his fingers wrap around a knotted root
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| And pulled his body upwards
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| To a sea green mossy boulder
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| And he dragged his weary carcass up the mountain
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| And he climbed so slowly
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| He climbed so slowly
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| Ahead
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| Ahead
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| Suddenly he heard the crack of thunder
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| And the rocks began to crumble overhead
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| And tumble down the mountain to the
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| Dismal swamp that lay beneath the jagged cliffs
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| Through which his path had led
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| And the earth began to quake beneath his feet
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| And the mighty mountain changed before his eyes
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| And he stood amidst a sea of dust and rocks and stones
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| Cascading down the mountain
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| And a thousand birds were headed for the sky. |
| oh…
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| The sacred creed will be yours
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| And if you wait until tomorrow
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| The sacred creed will be yours
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| To devour
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| Yours
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| To seize
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| And to obey
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| Obey
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| When the dust had cleared, the colonel lifted up his head
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| And was driven to his knees by a blazing beam of light
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| And he saw the silhouette that stood before him
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| And he bowed in reverence
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| Trembling in the shadow of the mighty legend’s form
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| Icculus the prophet stood before his eyes
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| Looking down on colonel forbin
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| Where he shuddered in the puddles and the muck
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| And he quietly addressed him
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| And he spoke so slowly
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| He spoke so slowly
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| Ahead
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| He said
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| Colonel forbin i know why you’ve come here
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| And i’ll help you with your quest to gain the knowledge that you lack
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| I call upon my faithful friend the mockingbird
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| To fly and seize the helping book and bring it to your shack
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| And a tree of knowledge in your soul will grow
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| And the helping friendly book will plant the seed
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| But i warn you that all knowledge seeming innocent and pure
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| Becomes a deadly weapon in the hands of avarice
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| And greed
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| The sacred greed will be yours
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| And if you wait until tomorrow
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| The sacred creed will be yours
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| To devour
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| Yours
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| To seize
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| And to obey
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| And to obey
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| And the famous mockingbird swooped down out of the sky and landed on icculus’s
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| shoulder, and icculus whispered into the bird’s ear, and it flew off toward
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| wilson’s castle in the valley below. |