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Three angels guide the way
Beyond the hills to a roaring fate
Proud stallion gleaming white
And a blood red cloak of crimson fire

There goes the Fool
He is bound unto his fate
He's travelled to far for oh so long
Betwixt thy heart and thy steel
His journey churns like a burning wheel

Beware the night!

Can you see that stalking knave?
That wretched Vagabond?
He holds his lantern tall
To trip the old fool and watch him fall
He chimes many to his beck and call
Abandon hope and follow nose

Through deepest dungeons and accursed knolls
The fool searches for the sacred keep
But could never tell you what it is he seeks

Bedivere, Lancelot, Percival
All failed
For where is the king now?
Is he lost to time?
Or does he simply sleep?

Bring me home
Bring me there
Take me to the Fisher King
And a maiden fair

But still the angels guide the way
Beyond the hills to a roaring fate
The stallion gleaming white
And a blood red cloak of crimson fire
Emerald hills and mountains tall
Deepest dungeon and accursed knolls
Bound to fate and born to reign
The King awaits his tomb of flame

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