| She came on a mighty steed across the desert sand
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| She came with a blade of steel and a burning in her hand
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| And oh, she sought revenge, from he who did her wrong
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| And oh she would not rest for all the souls gone
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| She rode for a thousand days, she rode without fatigue
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| So driven by her hate and former master’s greed
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| And oh she hated him that king of blind deceit
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| That man of no regrets in death they would meet
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| But as with all who are wounded, the cut is so unkind
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| She loves him still though he hurt her, his body on her mind
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| And like all men who fall, though he had love and rule
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| He would betray it all for the King’s ruin
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| And through her love was true and a real love he knew
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| He would betray it all for the King’s ruin
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| She came like a Valkyrie, a fury in her womb
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| To spill that traitor’s blood, to see hint in his tomb
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| She rode through the desert sand, his kingdom in her view
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| She wanted nothing more than what she came to do
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| And oh she hated him and oh her blood was high
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| And oh her heart was keen
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| She tasted his lie |