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A kingdom I grant all of you

Sons give me your mighty hands

Blow winds blow

Under the shadow of this holy tree

I offer you sleep and rest

Sleep and rest

This spear, this arm and my best spirits are bent

My best spirits are bent

Crack all bones and break all necks

Blow winds blow

A kingdom I grant all of you

My beloved perishing fires, daughters are all of you to me [x3]

My perishing fires

It's now or never

I have a journey sir - shortly to go

My master calls me -I most not say no

The weight of this sad time - we must obey

Speak what we feel - not what we should say

My oath is my profession

In wisdom I should honour their names

My oath is my profession

Space to the world that I create

My oath is my profession [x9]

And wisdom I give to the world [x2]