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Wyrd has woven our path, now a tyrant rules our land |
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A beheaded people we are, our power in a dark one's hand |
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A final hope remains for those with the will to resist |
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To rally behind his name and defy the bastard's rule |
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The joy of a battle won like lightning swept away |
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Our kingdom seized by those with the serpent's eye |
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Rebel of the marshlands, banished to the shade |
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Defender of our honour, a prisoner of time |
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Forgotten freedom fighter, outlaw of the fens |
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The spirit of the warder shall rise in us again |
