The Devil And The Huntsman By: Sam Lee & Daniel Pemberton
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Young man came from hunting faint, tired and weary What does ail my Lord, my dearie? Oh, brother dear, let my bed be made For I feel the gripe of the woody nightshade Men need a man would die as soon Out of the light of a mage's moon But it's not by bone, but yet by blade Can break the magic that the devil made And it's not my fire, but was forg....
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