A stranger came by traveling
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He went to every door
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He said he'd lost his people
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He'd come to look for more
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And many did believe him
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As he talked upon the square
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The spell he wove upon us
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Fills my body with despair
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And in his eyes
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Was the flame of the west
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Until it burns
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He never rests
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He had the voice of an angel
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And the face of a saint
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And though they fell behind him
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I knew what it was he ment
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His eyes where full of demons
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As he made his message clear
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He strode the world like Ceaser
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With a trident held as fear
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And in his eyes
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Was the flame of the west
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Until it burns
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He never rests
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It's just how it's always been
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One man with a ruling dream
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And everyone falls for him
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Heroines in an ancient film
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It's just how it's always been
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One man with a ruling dream
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And everyone falls for him
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Heroines in an ancient film
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Called the flame of the west
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Look out for that stranger
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If you pass him on your way
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He never sees a danger
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In the darkening of the day
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There will be dollars in his hand
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He has all hell to pay
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And he will pass them to you
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If you promice you will stay
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Flame Of The West
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