In a higher lower of my voice
I will render a song for the saga
For i and captive, suffering has divorce
A tremedeous kudos to arbiter
Where's our great, where's our legend?
I wondered why he has gone by now
If not the roar in virtue is better than in vegeance
I should have battle with death i vow
In a short for the myth,
A praise to the saga
For in drenched in woe
That the star in the night
Adore the lion of judah,
And lament on his foe.
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