Arrogance insatiable pride
Breed the tyrant
Feed him on thing after thing blindly
At the wrong time uselessly
And he grows reaches so high
Nothing can stop his fall
His feet thrashing the air standing on nothing
And nowhere to stand he plunges down
If I know if I see
If the dark force of prophecy is mine
When the full moon
Rides over us tomorrow
Listen listen to us sing to you
Praise this nurse country and mother
Who blessed our king
Let these visions please you god
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