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Force-feed yourself, sentimentality
With golden age mythology
The feudal lords are ruthless no more
But in the night, the raven calls
False memories, fake history
Next you'll talk of racial purity
False memories, fake history
False memory
Fake history
Next you'll talk of racial purity
Where the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
Where the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
Where the nightingale sings
The knights around all cleave close
You were abiding
Well your name is not
You were abiding
Well your name is not
You were abiding
Well your name is not
You were abiding
Well your name is not
You were abiding
Well your name is not
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