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Cold I lie, all life drained

My life I gave for my king

Skilled - yet i failed. I then prey

What was once was will never be

My life of old has passed

Obscure my being, a tragedy

In solitude I roam

The forest king, the raging one

Herne I'm called

'Tween the worlds, not man not ghost

For eternity bound to ride

You will breathe and live

Your skill, your prowess I claim

For your life