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The raven's flown and left the tower |
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And Albion feels all abandoned |
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A desecrated cenotaph - surveillance state and waning choices |
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Guarded by warriors we knew |
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Guided by our ancestral voices |
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Let flags of black and red unfurl |
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Echoes of distant laughter |
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Confederation of the dispossessed |
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Fearing neither God nor master |
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Brother of this wretched man |
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I heed your call - never giving in |
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Watching from his perch bemused |
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I see him now |
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The spectre of the Raven King |
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Forever in this moment |
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Rejecting those who would control us |
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Touched by a common genius |
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All bound by fate and common purpose |
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Brother of this wretched man |
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I heed your call - never giving in |
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Watching from his perch bemused |
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I see him now |
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The spectre of the Raven King |
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All our lives transformed |
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Touched forever more |
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All connected |
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All as one |
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Spirit of resistance haunt us once again |
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Your restless call for this defiance |
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Let sorrow turn to anger in your name |
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Carpe nocturna, seize the night now |
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Brother of this wretched man |
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I heed your call - never giving in |
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Watching from his perch bemused |
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I see him now |
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The spectre of the Raven King |
