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“Rise to fall

(It’s) the meaning of all”

The man knew that riding into the storm

Grows the oak from a little brown acorn

But it falls down too when its time has come

So this man with a sword in his hands

He goes to the tyrant’s lair

A kingdom of blood and a kingdom of gloom

Is about to encounter its doom

From evil men just evil deeds

Fruits of a poisoned tree

The hero goes straight to weed evil’s root

And the head of the tyrant is lost

Rolls the tyrant’s head, my friend

Rolls and springs away from his golden throne

Now the tyrant knows

Rise to fall

Let people feast, the hero is back

He carries a gift into a blood-red bag

The crowd hit the bottles and drink to his health

The guest now receives many hails

Then from far away is gettin’ to town

A scary tale: a new tyrant’s rising unbound

The hero has no master, defender o’ subdued

A hail and he’s riding again

Rolls the tyrant’s head my friend

Rolls and springs away from his golden throne

Now the tyrant knows

Rise to fall

“Rise to fall

(It’s) the meaning of all”

The man knew that riding into the storm

Grows the oak from a little brown acorn

But it falls down too when its time has come

Rolls the tyrant’s head my friend

Rolls and springs away from his golden throne