| [00:00.81][A: Prince Rupert Awakes] |
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Farewell the temple master's bells |
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His kiosk and his black worm seed |
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Courtship solely of his word |
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With Eden guaranteed |
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For now Prince Rupert's tears of glass |
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Make saffron sabbath eyelids bleed |
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Scar the sacred tablet of wax |
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On which the Lizards feed |
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Wake your reason's hollow vote |
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Wear your blizzard season coat |
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Burn a bridge and burn a boat |
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Stake a Lizard by the throat |
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Go Polonius or kneel |
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The reapers name their harvest dawn |
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All your tarnished devil's spoons |
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Will rust beneath our corn |
| [01:34.35] |
Now bears Prince Rupert's garden roam |
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Across his rain tree shaded lawn |
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Lizard bones become the clay |
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And there a swan is born |
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Wake your reason's hollow vote |
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Wear your blizzard season coat |
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Burn a bridge and burn a boat |
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Stake a Lizard by the throat... |
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| [02:39.72] |
Gone soon Piepowder's moss-weed court |
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Round which upholstered Lizards sold |
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Visions to their leaden flock |
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Of rainbows' ends and gold |
| [03:01.88] |
Now tales Prince Rupert's peacock brings |
| [03:07.90] |
Of walls and trumpets thousand fold |
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Prophets chained for burning masks |
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And reels of dreams unrolled... |
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| [04:32.69][B: Bolero - The Peacock's Tale] |
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| [04:37.40][Instrumental] |
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| [12:03.13][C: The Battle of Glass Tears] |
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| [12:04.31] |
Night enfolds her cloak of holes |
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Around the river meadow |
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Old moon-light stalks by broken ploughs |
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Hides spokeless wheels in shadow |
| [12:27.52] |
Sentries lean on thorn wood spears |
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Blow on their hands, stare eastwards |
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| [12:41.39] |
Burnt with dream and taut with fear |
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Dawn's misty shawl upon them |
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Three hills apart great armies stir |
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Spit oat and curse as day breaks |
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Forming lines of horse and steel |
| [13:09.59] |
By even yards march forward |
