| Well back from the assignment, rich in the gift
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| Suitable for kings, everything is fulfilled: his spirit had success
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| The dearest of friends, his closest of family
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| Between bed and work desk shall find his dead…
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| One night it came, a blackened vision
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| It chilled his spine as he realized his doom
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| Deep in his ball it’s now appearing
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| His eyes aflame, it’s impossible to change
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| At the age of sixty-two
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| He was finally through
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| Don’t you dare to desecrate me
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| Violate me, oh no!
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| If your fate’s sealed, do believe me
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| Vengeance shall strike
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| I chose my burial sight
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| It’s here on my native home soil
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| In the walls of the Franciscan church
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| I state this public now
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| If you touch my corpse may god have mercy on your soul
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| Please let my soul have rest
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| It’s for your own best
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| Don’t you dare to desecrate me
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| Violate me, oh no!
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| If your' fate’s sealed, do believe me
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| Vengeance shall strike
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| Don’t you dare to desecrate me
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| Vengeance shall strike
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| Imperial guards went through the small town
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| When they renovated the walls of the Franciscan church
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| One of the guards drank wine
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| From the skull he had found
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| He never should have done
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| The vision came true as he died where he stood
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| Desecration, in this case he paid with his blood
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| You shouldn’t ignore his words
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| You’re bound to be cursed
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| Don’t you dare to desecrate me
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| Violate me, oh no!
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| If your fate’s sealed, do believe me
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| Vengeance shall strike
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| Don’t you dare to desecrate me
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| Vengeance shall strike
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| He who opens the grave when it has been found
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| And don’t close it right away
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| Will meet evil that no one can prove
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| It had been better for him if he had been
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| A king from Bretagne or marseille |