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Black ArrowThe king under the mountainSlumbers over his hoard Guarded with vapors, smoke and fire No creature dares eek a word Black arrow fly! Sail into the ruby sky Black arrow fly! Pierce the wyvern, let him die The mountain’s shadow grows tall The beast it holds has conquered all He has spoiled the land But now his hour is at hand! |