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BRAND: |
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"I have wealth beyond measure- |
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My treasures are words |
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forged by time in a tale of |
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such beauty they cry to be heard. |
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Still a young fool was I as |
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my story begins, |
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yet like all fools considered |
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myself to be wise - |
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a match for all things. |
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But the lessons I've learned |
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I will never forget, |
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when your teacher is life then |
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success is survival and |
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failure is death. |
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From early years I saw the world |
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through tunnel-vision eyes, |
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my cloistered mind philosophized |
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and fossilized, |
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secure in my belief was I - |
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assured throughout my life the |
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only things that could sustain me |
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were the words of Jesus Christ." |
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EAPPA: |
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"There is no way to fight a foe |
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who strikes from the inside, |
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and once within we can begin to |
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smite this pagan pride. |
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We shall take their graven images |
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and grind them in the dirt, |
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for that men can live in paradise |
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must be the Devils work." |
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BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER: |
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"The clerical conspiracy begins, |
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we shall wash away your sins- |
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we have come to purify, |
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to purge you of your liberty- |
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absolve you of all sanity, |
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the 'truth' you want to hear |
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we shall provide." |
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EAPPA: |
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"How can we hope to save these |
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heathen when we know not of |
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their ways, |
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one of us must journey southward- |
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infiltrate and then assuage. |
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Only when we have this knowledge |
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can we finalise our plans, |
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greet them with a velvet glove- |
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then crush them 'neath an iron hand." |
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Christian soldiers armed with virtue- |
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hearts afire with blind obsession |
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cannot see the difference 'twixt |
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compassion and oppression |
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BRAND: |
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"These were the days I believed that |
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salvation was mine, |
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when I worshipped apostles |
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believing their gospels to be divine. |
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My life drifted by in a warm summer haze- |
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and I thought I would bath in the light |
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of our lord 'till the end of my days. |
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But destiny mocked me- |
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and fate did bequest, |
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that the strength of my faith in |
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The Lord God Almighty be put to the test." |
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EAPPA: |
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"My son your word is matchless as |
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a scribe you have been blessed, |
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your skill and faith in God doth |
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qualify you for our quest. |
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You will sail to Southern England |
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and recount their blasphemies, |
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for the first step in their cure |
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must be to learn of theit disease." |
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BRAND: |
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"For one so young so great an honour |
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to be chosen for this task, |
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have I the stength- |
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would I be worthy? |
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Questions that I dared not ask. |
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Was I to be a missionary searching |
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for lost souls to save- |
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or just another pawn in their |
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monastic power games?" |
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BROTHERS OF THE HOLY ORDER: |
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"The clerical conspiracy begins, |
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we shall wash away your sins- |
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we have come to purify, |
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to purge you of your liberty- |
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absolve you of all sanity, |
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the 'truth' you want to hear |
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we shall provide." |
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EAPPA: |
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"How can we hope to save these |
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heathen when we know not of |
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their ways, |
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you Wat Brand must journey southward- |
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infiltrate and then assuage. |
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Only when we have this knowledge |
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can we finalise our plans, |
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greet them with a velvet glove- |
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then crush them 'neath an iron hand." |
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Christian soldiers armed with virtue- |
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hearts afire with blind obsession |
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cannot see the difference 'twixt |
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compassion and oppression. |
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BRAND: |
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"And so with terror in my heart |
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I learned what had to be, |
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that I must tour these foriegn shores- |
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my cross for company. |
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Those who had preceded me |
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of pagan devils warned- |
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With fearful tales of christian souls |
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since martyred on their horns. |
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In my tale I will tell how we |
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all were decieved- |
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for in truth I was hunted not |
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hunter as I had believed. |
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How could I have known that the |
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guide they'd provide was to |
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show me far more than I'd ever |
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imagined I could have desired? |
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So soon would I learn |
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what a fool I had been, |
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there is more than one side to a coin- |
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life is not what it seems ... |
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It's no more than a dream." |
