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A snowy wind was blowing
And the mountains clawed the sky
The air was cold and sharp as any spear
Far beyond our knowing
And with distant, bloody cries
I could not foresee what would happen here

This is the fall of kings

We were surrounded, overrun
As the arrows rained from the trees
We met their charge with a thirst for blood
But my hero fell to his knees
My father, my king

His eyes met mine
Spoke these words
All kings must fall
The duty rests with you
for the good of all

Without a voice to guide
Or direct the battle's flow
Our men broke rank and fell to disarray
Still my greatest pride
was my mightiest blow
Dealt when my heart was set ablaze

My father, the King, lie dead on the ground
An arrow shot through his back
In a pool of blood sat the crown
Still we were pressed to attack
Rest father, my king

I pulled the crown up from the earth
I placed it upon my brow
I speak the king's voice, I speak the king's word
The time to kill is now
Attack! Attack!

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