Only in the night will he race the land he Bears as king In his timeless reign Stalking mountainside for servant prey On the crescent he will rest Outcast from normal walk of life Normalcy resides beside terrored face In love will he sow himself Dont you bow, dont you bow Dont you bow down to the king In times of pride hell find His lineage of salvaged eyes Waiting for the war to die
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