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[Music by Arkadius, Marcel, Lars; Lyric by Marcel] [Arthur:] "Shades`ll grow stronger" a dark voice calls out of the past |
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Minds too weak to with stand to divide higher thoughts from barren lies |
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Here I stand on the plain while dark forces gather around me hear the lament of the corvine goddess a sullen croon of my destiny |
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The air resounds a song of doom all is lost only cairns will last |
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Oh they`ll remain as a mute testemony to the valor of men who proudly defied the will of fate led by a vision to a bitter end |
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Come on - you creatures of war and hate leader of the weak taste the steel of my blade |
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Stouthearted |
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I stand face to face with the darker side of mine well aware of my decline [M y r d d i n:] |
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So here the story ends with trembly letters |
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On this fateful script the kings herald brought to me |
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Misery is a child of bliss and so the circles close to finally vanish into a haze of mystery |
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All this I witnessed and even more as time passed by |
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I saw the sons of romolns fall the one god rise and coldness survive |
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ANOETH BID |
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BET Y ARTH |
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UR (A secret The Grave Of Arthur) |
