From Rebels and Kings.
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Medieval writer can not hide
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the people fighting for their pride
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Northwind blowing through the skin
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planet of death, sun of ruin
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The king hears the drums
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he can taste defeat
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Flames in the sky give a cold dark heat
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rhythm of revenge calms the savage beast
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Outside on the street
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everybody is dancing to the rebel beat
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The beggars offer him their money
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his hounds are to afraid to bark
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Can't understand his loyal subjects
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fear holds the key and not respect
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the king hears the drums
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he can taste defeat
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Flames in the sky give a cold dark heat
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rhythm of revenge calms the savage beast
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outside on the street
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everybody is dancing to the rebel beat
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Have I learned to fly now?
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As the king walks to the gallows
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the jester wipes away a smile
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A minstrel lurking in the shadows
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the guilty slain without a trial
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the funeral tems becomes a rhapsody
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flames in the sky show the legacy
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rhythm of change a chance to meet
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meanwhile on the street
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everybody is dancing to the rebel beat
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Rebels And Kings
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Vice Squad |