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When darkness falls on the city of the thieves |
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and starlight kisses the golden domes |
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He walks the streets of Arenjun |
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Through the shadows of the Maul |
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Beyond the temples of richness filled |
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Behind the walls, upon a hill |
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A silver tower arose in just one night |
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To guard the secret of the Jewel |
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This is the story of a necromancer in days of old |
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Master of black arts, ruling with magic powers |
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He was taught the knowledge of past ages |
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By an ancient god he holds captive in chains |
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Blinded, wingless and tortured the slave is awaiting |
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The coming of a man, the final spell |
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Time has come! |
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The final spell of blood and stone! |
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Entering the garden |
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hair black as the night |
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eyes of blue steel |
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heathen from northern lands |
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A meeting with a stranger |
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they call the king of thieves |
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Beware of the prowlers |
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that strike in deep silence |
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As the city dreams they climb the walls |
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Reaching the tower's rim |
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Shining of a thousand jewels blind |
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the sight of the thieves so bold |
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Out of the chamber, Taurus falls dead |
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Stricken by powers unknown |
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Slaying the spider, Conan the brave |
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He makes his way through the wizard's stronghold |
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Inside a darkened room he lies |
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Descended from outer space |
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Body of man, the eyes of an elephant cry |
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The sword of the young barbarian strikes his heart |
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To unleash the final enchantment |
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Time has come! |
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The spell of the blood and the stone |
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The young man flees as the silver tower crumbles |
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Gone is the reign of the necromancer |
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As he turns his head and gazes at the sky |
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Was it all real or just a strange dream |
