| She knew right from the very start
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| She was destined for his love
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| A weaver of peace
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| Between the warring factions of her heart
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| Still her hopes had turned to ash
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| As brother turned against brother in a foreign land
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| Though he’d sworn to be there always
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| Death stole his love from her
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| In the darkness, she’ll stay
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| Far from home lies her fate
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| Such a desperate lament she cries
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| 'Neath the wooded grove
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| The ancient earth-hall
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| With a curse on her lips, and a sigh
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| Judgment came, though she’d done no wrong
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| But be truthful to her heart
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| Still the people cried that she’d
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| Brought war and death upon them
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| Destined to dwell beneath the dirt
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| Trapped in endless halls of stone until her dying day
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| Though he swore to show her honor
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| He cast her into the dust
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| So she swore to haunt his nightmares
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| Torment him until the end
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| 'Til he comes to her
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| Leads her soul from this world
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| With a kiss on her lips, and a sigh |