[Music by Arkadius, Marcel, Lars; Lyric by Marcel]
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[Arthur:]
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"Shades`ll grow stronger"
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a dark voice calls
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out of the past
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Minds too weak
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to with stand
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to divide higher thoughts
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from barren lies
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Here I stand on the plain
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while dark forces gather around me
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hear the lament of the corvine goddess
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a sullen croon of my destiny
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The air resounds
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a song of doom
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all is lost
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only cairns will last
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Oh they`ll remain
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as a mute testemony
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to the valor of men
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who proudly defied the will of fate
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led by a vision to a bitter end
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Come on - you creatures
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of war and hate
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leader of the weak
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taste the steel of my blade
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Stouthearted I stand
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face to face with the darker side of mine
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well aware of my decline
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[M y r d d i n:]
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So here the story ends
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with trembly letters
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On this fateful script
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the kings herald brought to me
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Misery is a child of bliss
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and so the circles close
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to finally vanish into a
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haze of mystery
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All this I witnessed
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and even more
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as time passed by
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I saw the sons of romolns fall
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the one god rise
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and coldness survive
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ANOETH BID BET Y ARTHUR
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(A secret The Grave Of Arthur)
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Song Of The Graves
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| Suidakra |
