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DunsinaneSearching for the newborn kingHeir to a blood drenched throne Through glens and snow they ride on Relentless but alone A kingdom in despair and sorrow No glory no reward In fens and woods they fight on Until the last sword The king has been usurped, The tyrant has been killed, With iron fist and flaming sword , Order has been restored One last hope remains in Alba The tyrant's heir is yet alive One last torch of hope and light A never ending fight A land of snow and ice No sunlight or air On the hills and into brooks Broken lances fell The tyrants banner flew A decade proud and tall The invaders came at dawn And peace was forlorn Plucked Alba's crown from her head Crushed her laurels, burned the blossom Torn the rose from the vine To Dunsinane! |