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Your father is at the stake
A black dog will come my son
Allow you to take revenge
He will only bark at you in the cemetery
A pile of bones is laid out
In the fire, turn it into dust
She will kill men slowly...
[Cello: Worse]
And blowing you the ashes
He will arm your arm
With a stick to take down
All those you meet.
Once night falls ©e
To La Garde you will go
In the middle of a big fire
A giant will come out.
[Dunkel:]
On a donkey assembled
A candle he will hand you
And in front of La Mesnie
Proud you will light it.
[With Dunkel:]
From the whole company
The salute you will make
Verras fachineis
De Banières, de Chambois.
[Always with Dunkel:]
There! THERE ! There!
Make a deal, boy!
Go! Go!
To hell
Do! Do!
Fuck God!
Song of Lord Arawn and text of Gothmog â
[The arrest:]
In vain around me, they roar their
br/>prayers; tormenting my soul under their
deformed features with an inhuman appearance. In
in vain I beg the stone that watches over me, to
delight my heart to the flames to which
they devote it... In vain around me, they
é utter their imprecations; Submitting
my flesh to the cold bite of their irons.

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