| He was the sun of champion,
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| a proud Olympian.
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| Taught his boy all the tricks
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| he’d ever need to win.
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| The games were fierce as battle,
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| not for ordinary man.
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| A man born of royal blood
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| must live by sword in hand.
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| This one not so lucky,
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| as he fell to his knees.
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| Suddenly inflicted,
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| deranged with disease.
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| His father act with fury,
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| you must not scorn his name.
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| Cast him to the forest,
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| return never again.
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| The nights cold and darkened
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| as the boy turned into man.
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| Took shelter in the jackyl’s den,
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| the cave Tartarean.
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| Confronted by the serpent
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| now your soul belongs to me.
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| For your health and strength,
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| sell your soul and you’ll go free.
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| Eager to accept the bribe,
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| for revenge in his mind.
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| Dawn reflect from the blade,
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| the forest left behind.
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| His strength grew with every stride,
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| he was healthy as an ox.
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| No one would stop him.
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| You live by the sword,
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| and die by the sword.
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| Avenge everyone in your way.
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| Condemning a Misfit
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| for innocence his sin.
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| His blade will avenge you someday.
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| He’s a Misfit.
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| He’s a Misfit.
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| Defeating every wild beast
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| and swordsman in the ring.
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| Victor of the main event
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| wed daughter of the king.
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| He glances to the throne
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| where sits the royal regime.
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| The king who cast the misfit died,
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| his father reigned supreme.
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| The charge begins, first pass is made
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| the serpent’s face revealed.
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| Time has come to meet his fate,
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| The bribe kept concealed.
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| He casts his blade with vengeance
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| and pierced his father’s soul.
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| Satan would take him.
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| You live by the sword,
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| and die by the sword.
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| Avenge everyone in your way.
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| Condemning a Misfit
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| for innocence his sin.
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| His blade will avenge you someday, oh no.
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| He’s a Misfit.
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| Misfit, Misfit, he’s a Misfit. |