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Toil & Trouble

Old world dynasty crumbling away

Mystics pine for the crown

Heathen kings common bringeth hammers

To crash your heavens down

Naught but ash and rent asunder

Shores of gold cook to jewels

Magic wands battling with meaningless talk

Hope is the son of fools

Toil & trouble is the banner of might

My cauldron boileth over

Madness connects the stars to reason

Constellation's power

With targets locked, inspected for ages

The guns are armed for peace

One fell swoop upon an empire of light

Now goodly knights the beast

Hags reciting the pledge of disaster

Mutate the word of Paul

A cloak of dust blankets the globe

In the clearing stands Lord Saul