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And I watched the sun cross the sky |
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A thousand thousand times, |
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From within this tomb of earth, |
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Waiting patiently for the sign, |
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To be called by those who would summon us forth to wander once more, |
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Under the waning moon across the bleakness of the fens. |
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Once, many centuries ago, we were kings, |
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Of an age now forgotten, |
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Our dominion absolute, |
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Our realms bound only by black seas and cliffs of ice. |
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By sword and fire, blood and honour, we exacted our rule, |
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Commanding the landscape with dread force, bereft of mercy. |
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Now, we can hear the calling of desperate souls, |
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Who have stood and watched these ancient fields raped, |
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Scars run across what once was ours. |
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Through the dust of ages, rage stirs us to walk once again. |
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To stride unbound and unfettered under a shroud of twilight, |
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Our pales eyes surveying the rotten remnants of a once-proud kingdom, |
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The winds howl, the trees shiver, the harriers scream. |
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As our deathmarch begins again. |
