| I tell you a tale
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| Of a story so old
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| That even the mountains
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| Couldn’t tell you it’s dawn
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| A royal myth
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| Of our almighty song
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| We sing in darkest night
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| In coldest light, in deepest cave so he shall rise
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| We play for you the organ pipes
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| The mountains sing
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| The mountains sing
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| Your ghost shall rise and rule again
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| Hail to the king
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| Hail to the king
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| The shadows are dancing
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| And we’re taking part
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| The mountains sing
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| The mountains sing
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| Feet are stomping
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| To a melody of stone
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| We dance in darkest night
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| In coldest light, in deepest cave so he shall rise
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| We play for you the organ pipes
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| The mountains sing
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| The mountains sing
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| Your ghost shall rise and rule again
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| Hail to the king
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| Hail to the king
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| Your beard glimmers silvern
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| Your eyes staring cold
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| Our cave is your home
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| O father of stone
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| Your life alone
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| Will bring us back to life
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| We play for you the organ pipes
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| The mountains sing
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| The mountains sing
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| Your ghost shall rise and rule again
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| Hail to the king
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| Hail to the king |