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(Instrumental) Last night I dreamt in a fever My deeds formed a prison of stone And to me now this golden throne seems made of bone I gazed upon armies in silver Clashing with beasts from the sky And I wept with a sigh - yet I know The dragon's son must die Sshe'll return to me That I know, I've seen her in my dreams The old gods, they spoke to me; "Slay them all, and we shall set her free!" To light up my life, and keep me from harm |
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