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Did you see the Wood-child's gaze |
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See the ancient fire in his eyes? |
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Did you hear the Ax as it sang |
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Thirsting to drink the blood of a king? |
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Did you see it flash to and fro |
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Glowing with a life all its own? |
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Did you see the tyrant fall |
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Headless in the torchlit hall? |
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Did you see the wood child |
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Tear the crown |
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From the severed head |
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Of the king? |
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Did you see the Tyrant |
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On a stake in the village square? |
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Could it be the end |
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Has come at last? |
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Could this be the prophesy |
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Come to pass? |
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Back in the town they |
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Celebrate times to come. |
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Here in the wood we dance |
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For the end has come. |
