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Oh Masters of the North, we come with tally of remembered dead, Of broken hearth and blazing home, and rafters crashing overhead. A single cast of dice we throw to balance, by the leaden sea, A hundred years of wrong and woe with one red hour of butchery
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|Ya know?|
|Yer king is dead|
|LONG LIVE THE KING!|
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When I'm down, I want you above me.
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sugar skull...nice work
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Oh Masters of the North, we come with tally of remembered dead,
Of broken hearth and blazing home, and rafters crashing overhead.
A single cast of dice we throw to balance, by the leaden sea,
A hundred years of wrong and woe with one red hour of butchery
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I love rock'n'roll