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Oh! Kill the King.

His mind repeats.

Oh! Kill the King.

His mind tell to him.

Mío Cid Campeador,

with a fury lighthing sword.

Mío Cid Campeador,

with Babieca, monster,

iron horse!

See you the Cid

alone and hungry

with empty pain

in his aching heart.

See you the Cid

forgotten in worry

with deep mind insane

ready for the war.

See you the Cid

in the desert plains,

land of castles named,

Spanish castle magic.

See you the Cid

dazed and confused

so tired and abused

all over foolish things.