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A small pub near Fludoscarr.

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Ex thoughtfully looked at the vial of chloroform in his hands, sighed, put it aside, took a bass guitar from under the table, and, holding it by the neck, looked pensively at the Monarch and his friends.
Step aside from the way of a better man than you
So you fall at his feet hes the one who betrays you
Its the servants devotion for the decay
Stand up

There are no flowers on your grave
There are no chains
There I keep chanting for the forgotten name © Amorphis