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Here we ride once again, |
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With the pain and dust left behind, |
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Toward the caves of Mt. Pholoe, |
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I say... |
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Last night the blood did spill, |
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Upon the ground of nuptial rite, |
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In the house of Ixion's son, |
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I say... |
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Devour! |
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The spirits sank in our veins, |
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Insolence from too much wine, |
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At the sight of that fair dame, |
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I say... |
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The drink was in command, |
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Doubled by the fire of lust, |
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As I seize the hair of the bride, |
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I say... |
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Maraud! |
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Caravan through the night, |
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With the north wind at our manes, |
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Cry out to the Gods, |
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Give me thes trength to ride once again, |
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Theseus charged Eurytus, |
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Champion with jagged steel, |
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Smashed his brains in battle lust, |
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Crunching bones beneath his heel, |
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Mt. Pholoe is where I ride, |
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Slaying all the passerby |
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Plundering the moutnain side, |
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Ravenous until I die... |
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My brothers all grabed a dame, |
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To do with them as they will, |
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What became such violent rape, |
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I say... |
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4 lay in pools of blood, |
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Fallen to the spoils of war, |
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With hte bride's milk on my lips, |
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I say... |
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We ride! |
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Caravan through the night, |
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With the north wind at our manes, |
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Cry out to the Gods, |
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Give me the strength to ride once again. |
