| The beast of pride has awoken in me
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| Tremble now for my rage knows no bounds
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| And though my limbs, they tremble with fatigue
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| And throbbing pain battles my desire
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| I invoke the fur within
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| And hold fast to my iron will
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| And though you stand before me
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| I will know thee not
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| Of fear and fury, fear and fury I’m possessed
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| Odds insurmountable I face
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| Drowning in a flood of fear
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| Visions of mortality and loss
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| The craven cancer consumes
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| The bards they speak of heroes pure
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| Who stand up tall and conquer fear
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| Invincible, in thought and deed
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| The calm amid the ebb and flow
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| Trust not in hope for it, is a dangerous thing
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| Dare not to dream for shattered hope devastates
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| Believe in the toil which has prepared you for this day
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| Put bridle to rage, nerve and skill will see you safe
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| In my mind’s eye, I recall
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| All that I have known
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| I reflect upon the legend of he who stood alone
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| Summon Cu Chulainn’s spirit, so I may make it home |