| Dreams are seldom shattered, by a bullet in the dark
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| Rulers come and rulers go, will our kingdom fall apart?
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| Who shall we now turn to, when our leaders lost their heart?
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| Lives are lost but at what cost, will the grand dream fall apart?
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| Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide
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| 300 years still no one knows, the secret remains
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| Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus
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| Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex
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| Brought him back to Sweden, where we put him in a chest
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| Years of war and agony, now the king can finally rest
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| What will be uncovered, from that cold November night
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| Fredrikshald, what happened there, will it ever come to light?'
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| Killed by his own or by his foes, turned the tide
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| 300 years still no one knows, the secret remains
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| Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus
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| Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex
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| For their honor
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| For their glory
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| For the men who fought and bled
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| A soldier from Sweden remembers the dead
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| Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus
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| Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland, long live Carolus Rex
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| Broken dreams so grand, sing of his final stand, long live Carolus
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| Brought by soldiers hand, back to the fatherland
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| Carolus Rex! |