| Silent the murky waters flow
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| And a raven calls me fool
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| Thus ends a painful memory
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| Or does it start a new
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| I weep, I cry, but not one sigh
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| Does leave my dried out soul
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| My heart unfree, my fate is bound
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| To an arcane misery
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| Mournful sings the dying bard
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| Of anguish and of thee
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| A man who owns a frozen heart
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| Dies like a rotten tree
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| King I was called, right hand of god
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| Fulfilling deeds on earth
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| Dead I should be, I’m broken
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| See I’m just a fool of hate
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| A kingdom’s lost beauty
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| And the rise of the moon
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| Where at night a black raven
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| Calls me home too soon
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| Lost kingdom… all beauty’s gone…
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| Thou cry so much, my shattered friend
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| Yet I could help, I own the land
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| For I’m the spirit of these woods
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| And know the mournful fate
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| Yet there is hope to be released
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| From this thy misery
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| To dream away what threatens thee
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| And finish agony
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| I beg thee, if by any chance
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| My pain would go away
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| I’d pay my price, be it so high
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| My life’s a worn out lie
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| Even if it costs thy soul? |
| Even if
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| My life is worthless than my soul
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| Where the frost spirits wither
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| Then shall be thy release
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| You’ll awake from the slumber
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| And the lands rest in peace
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| A kingdom’s lost beauty
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| And its final moonrise
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| Lost forever
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| And end it comes too soon
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| The icy winds shiver
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| Place of ancient war
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| Call the spirits of the night
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| Not… to judge…
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| Oh how could it happen
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| As I should have known
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| That she was true loyal
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| Now I am alone
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| Murdered her while she dreams
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| So innocent and calm
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| The traitor was my own one son
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| Oh holy crown, be gone
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| A kingdom’s lost beauty
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| And the rise of the moon
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| Where at night a black raven
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| Calls me home all too soon
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| Thus begins a decade of sorrow
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| Ten years of an agonized dream
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| Where to it leads, wherefrom he’d come
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| Still secret of the One |