Omnia - Harp Of Death

Once upon a time...

There lived a lady on the North Sea shore
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She had two daghters that she adored
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The youngest daughter born to sweet delight
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The eldest daughter born to greed and spite
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A knight came for the fairest in the land
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He was promised the young daughter's hand
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Grimmest envy in the elder grew
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She planned to steal her sister's lover true
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"Oh darling sister won't you come with me"
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"To watch the swans swimming in the sea?"
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On the rocks were the mermaids sing
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The elder sister pushed the younger in
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"Oh cruel sister, please let me live"
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"And all that's mine to you I'll give"
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"I'll take your true love and I'll take more"
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"For I never let you come ashore"
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The fair girl drowned beneath the North Sea foam
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Her broken body washed upon the stones
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Three witches found her in the dead of night
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And wove a spell to put her soul to right
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The made a harp out of her skin and bone
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The tuning pegs made from her finger bones
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They took nine locks of her golden hair
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And with them strung the harp so rare
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The took the harp on to her mother's hall
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And set it down to play bevore them all
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The Harp of Death began to play alone
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The sweetest song to melt a heart of stone
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Golden strings rang out a truthful sound
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The elder sister has the younger drowned
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Strings of sorrow made of golden curls
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Wreak their vengeance on the black-haired girl
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The song, it ends here dark and low
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And surely now her blood will flow
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