41 lines
869 B
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41 lines
869 B
Plaintext
Sprinkled by the trappings
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Of words that make the outlines
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Blur on the showplace of made history
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The Folk is willed
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To parrot the dished up tale
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The lure of a higher meaning
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Cheat you had to create
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An enemy stereotype
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To receive your absolution
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A frothy poor excuse for your foray
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To disengage from the deeps
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Of your encumbrance
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Behold
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All our gold
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Thousandfold
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Bereave me!
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Declined
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Truths ensign
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Forever mine!
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Bereave me!
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March in with ten legions
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Whilst the crucial weapon's not the pillum
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But the feather held in your hand
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Penned in blood
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Your tall-tales rule the forum
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Altering it into the battlefield
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I, the spectral guise
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Evoking these baring fears
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Pestering your conscript fathers
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I smile at my demise and while I die
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I cherish the roots of my perseverance
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__________________
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Name Thousandfold
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Artist Eluveitie
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Album Everything Remains [As It Never Was]
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