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across the shifting sands and ancient bones he walks
The desert creatures have forgotten their king
now for thousands of years of his cruelty they will sing
His scars are deep, his scars are long
through sheep he will reap, yet sheep will sing his song
His eyes are dead, his mane is gold
The animal kingdom bled, the pretenders lay cold
the great wolves of the mountains lower their eyes
the great bulls of the plains run from demise
from the bears to the hares, all cower in fright
and must submit to survive The lion's long night
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