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By my father's deathbed I sit |
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With a grim countenance to fit |
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He's headed now for the land beyond |
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A vengeance and his sword he left unto me |
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Father, tell me what you dream |
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Up there in the sky |
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Are there mountains like the ones you loved? |
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Are the valleys of the heavens evergreen? |
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Do crystalline rivers flow in their midst? |
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By the sword of my father |
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This day avow |
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By the sword of my father |
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Revenge shall bejewel my crown |
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My son take heed |
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Remember my creed |
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Hyperborean steel |
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From the stone cromlech drawn |
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Etched with glyphs of power |
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Draconian, strong |
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Let them behold thy scepter of war |
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A royal flag from enemies torn |
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By the sword of my father |
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This day avow |
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By the sword of my father |
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Revenge shall bejewel my crown |
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Leave behind this deathbed of mine |
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Usurpers have seized thy coronet |
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Silver stained with red |
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Carve on their hides a warning for all |
