The one eyed old man told me that the face that I will see
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Has paralysed a thousand brave men sure of victory
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I cannot fight blindfolded and I'd freeze if I should see.
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So I need to sacrifice my eyes to see all from within.
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The one eyed old man told me of a lake that no-one knows of.
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where the end of the sky unites with the bottom countless feet down deep
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And he told me when this world was young into it's depths his eye he had thrown
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So that though one eyed, he could see more than can be seen.
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I'll throw my eyes into the lake.
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So that I will see from within
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I'll throw my eyes into the lake
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And when blind I will still see.
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At the bottom of the lake.
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My two eyes will shine like the stars
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At the bottom of the lake
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I will see no matter how near or far
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Regardless at which speed my horse
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takes me through the night
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No matter how sharp the blade of my sword seems to be.
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Even with the aid of two pair of eyes way up high
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In the end before the Beast, it's face I would have had to see.
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But with my two eyes in the depths my vision is supreme
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I see all things that can't be seen
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but not my hand that is held out in front of me.
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The face that makes me freeze
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I now need not see at all.
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I'll feel the presence of the Beast.
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but will not need stare him down no more.
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I've thrown my eyes into the lake.
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So that I will see from within
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I've throw my eyes into the lake
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And now when blind I still see.
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At the bottom of the lake.
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My two eyes are shining like the stars
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At the bottom of the lake
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I now see no matter how near or far
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[The Highlands...]
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[Early morning hours...]
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["Heading north. Sitting upon his majestic eight-legged white stallion. His]
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[sword slung on his back. Sensing his feathered friends way up high. Seeing]
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[all they see. Feeling all they feel. Though the sun has just cut the]
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[horizon in the east to bring a new day, the shadows now seem to grow]
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[mightier for each passage in these mountains. Riding into a thick mist, his]
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[senses alert. Distorted voices in the shadows whispering to him. Taunting]
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[him. He knows his mission. He knows the powers and the magic he birngs with]
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[him as he rides trough the valley of death, where time and space have]
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[ceased to exist. The eyes of the unseen are upon him. The spirits of his]
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[fathers long time gone riding next to him.]
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[And the hearts of the Gods of Thunder of Wind and of Rain..."]
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The lake (in album Blood On Ice)
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Bathory |