| Once, before ancient times, a circle of knights
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| Were sworn to the queen of magic arts
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| An oath to usher her daughter to where
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| She’d just tear the all apart
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| Betrayer, promise breaker, beautiful liar
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| In your innocent blue eyed blindness
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| Selfish princess, go be unbound
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| But you’ll burn your wings and hit the ground
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| See her beauty so pure
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| She seems like the cure
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| To all been deluded by her light
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| But behind her spell
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| We know her so well
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| She spoils all for what we fight
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| Princess:
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| «I only want to go where the wind leads me
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| And just pick the sweet fruits wherever I go
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| So see me now, as I am going to spread my wings!»
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| Knights:
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| «But it was us who gathered the feathers for you
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| It was our promise and you gave yours!
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| Remember: Your deeds make you what you are, not your intentions»
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| Don’t dare to think we’re the ones to be blamed
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| Just to feel better in your own betrayal
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| We have gone through hell’s fire
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| OUr fate in our hands
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| We all claimed this story will not end
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| When we heard you say
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| you could have hit us even harder
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| Go to burn your wings and hit the ground
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| Go to hell! |