| Once upon a time a young knave
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| Was born under the serpent sign
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| Thirsty for lands unknown
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| He armed for a quest into the forest of oath
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| In the dawn of the night he escaped
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| Far from home into the forest of death
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| Days and Nights he strayed around
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| Till he came to a place never’d been found
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| A cave so dark
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| His shadow unseen
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| For goblins apart
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| A bad place to be?
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| Awaited for days!
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| Surrounded soon
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| By dancing creatures
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| In the nightlight of moon
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| A young girl took him by his hand
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| Whispering words he couldn’t understand
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| She gave him a jar and a bottle of mead
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| And they danced and sang till the midnight heat
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| We’re ruler of the forest, shelter of the weak
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| We welcome you in the realm of treat
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| Sit down friend and be our guest
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| But abuse our grace
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| We set fire in your chest
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| The amiss virtues avarice and greed
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| He yield soon and began to seek
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| The treasure of his well patrons
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| Stole their gold and their loveliest maid
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| After years of fortune his young face changed
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| By a curse of the elders
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| Days faded, of weeks became years
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| His body was now frail and gross to see
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| We’re ruler of the forest, shelter of the weak
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| We welcome you in the realm of treat
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| Sit down friend and be our guest
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| But abuse our grace
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| We set fire in your chest
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| An old doter in the bloom of his years
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| Once to proud to heed the caveat
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| So try ever to deal justly
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| Abort the virtues avarice and greed |