Thane of Swans

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Fable - Rock, Folk Metal

Thane of Swans

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He seeks no mountain pass Nor forests so great As to forbid the lands to gather upon A call of ancient seas to Carry us to where winds shall decree No folk of the lands Nor folk of the trees Fate gives us seas And ships set us free Now all lies dead Stripped of last breath Flames to sunset In time we forget He, he who stands before the lone tree He who holds the lock, chest, and the key Glory waits for him As awesome as the setting sun Jaded one, gently sink into the sun And as the dawn sees the last king Never shall the Thane give unto him The Cygnet horn shall blow Endless as the silver crow, evermore Never see the hollow shores

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