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Colonel Forbin stared up at the mountain |
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And wiped away the beads of sweat |
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That glistened on his brow |
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His tired feet were buried in the quagmire |
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And his bloodshot eyes saw all that lay between him |
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And fulfillment of his vow |
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And he felt his fingers wrap around he knotted root |
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And pulled his body upwards |
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To a sea green mossy boulder |
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And he dragged his weary shit-ass up the mountain |
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And he climbed so slowly |
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He climbed so slowly |
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Ahead, ahead |
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Suddenly he heard the crack of thunder |
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And the rocks began to crumble overhead |
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And tumble down the mountain to the |
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Dismal swamp that lay beneath the jagged cliffs |
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Through which his path had led |
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And the earth began to quake beneath his feet |
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And the mighty mountain changed before his eyes |
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And he stood amidst a sea of dust and rocks and stones |
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Cascading down the mountain |
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And a thousand birds were headed for the sky |
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The sacred creed will be yours |
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And if you wait until tomorrow |
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The sacred creed will be yours to devour |
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Yours to seize and to obey, obey |
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When the dust had cleared, the colonel lifted up his head |
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And was driven to his knees by a blazing beam of light |
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And he saw the silhouette that stood before him |
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And he bowed in reverence |
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Trembling in the shadow of the mighty legend's form |
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Icculus the prophet stood before his eyes |
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Looking down on |
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Colonel Forbin |
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Where he shuddered in the puddles and the muck |
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And he quietly addressed him |
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And he spoke so slowly |
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He spoke so slowly |
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He said, ahead |
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Colonel Forbin |
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I know why you've come here |
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And I'll help you with your quest to gain the knowledge that you lack |
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I call upon my faithful friend the mockingbird |
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To fly and seize the helping book and bring it to your shack |
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And a tree of knowledge in your soul will grow |
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And the Helping |
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Friendly Book will plant the seed |
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But I warn you that all knowledge seeming innocent and pure |
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Becomes a deadly weapon in the hands of avarice and greed |
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The sacred creed will be yours |
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And if you wait until tomorrow |
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The sacred creed will be yours to devour |
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Yours to seize and to obey, obey |