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In the days of yore |
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The royal hunt was on: |
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Loud bayed the hounds |
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As Gediminas set forth; |
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In the holy woods |
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Of old Sventaragis |
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He laid down to rest |
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Beneath an ancinet oak |
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And dreamt as only dream |
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The men who would be kings! |
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He saw the iron wolf |
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Ride monstrous on the hill; |
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He heard the iron wolf |
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Howl like hundreds of it's kin! |
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Tearing from the veils of sleep |
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His heart was a wild drumbeat - |
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He sought the counsel of the Gods |
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Through Lizdeika's wise words: |
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"What is destined for thee, let it be! |
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Great Duke, unite thy people and be king!" |
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Fear not the iron wolf - |
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He shall be thy fort! |
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And in him shall dwell |
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All the rulers of thy line |
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And the glory of their deeds |
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Shall resound like wolf-song |
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Thoughout the ancient world! |
