| The castle is lit with candles and torches
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| The carriages of the nobles arrive in front
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| The smell of splendour and decadence
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| And nobody can foresee
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| The masters and the mistresses are walking through the hall
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| They are smiling and laughing and showing that they are tall
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| They don’t recognize that we’re waiting there
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| And just nobody can foresee
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| This is the last night of the kings
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| We are the folk
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| And we have the right
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| To stand up and to fight
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| For an independent life
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| We are the force
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| We are the might
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| And we will stand up
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| For an independent life
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| The ball has begun and we’re closing our trap
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| Inwardly we’re gathering ourselves
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| While the dance comes to higher pace
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| Still nobody can foresee
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| Joining the circle, in black robes unknown
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| Unsheathing our swords and get ready to dance
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| Our hearts are filled with the will to survive
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| In this last night of their life
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| It’s a murderous, murderous ball night
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| We are heroes
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| Heroes of the night
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| We are ready to live forevermore
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| Our gods lead us through this fight
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| On and on We are one and on our way |