Golden Round
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Lyrics: Master John Inchingham Music: Traditional Chassidic melody |
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Red knight falls, enshroud his regal light Pale son tall, claims scepter bright Grief and mirth in twain turn 'round about Cry the exit of the dragon with a lingering shout |
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King bows before a fickle throne Prince comes into his own Who next will don the dragon crown? Prove your mettle to the Middle Dare to dance the golden round New liege rises like the morning dawn Fresh reign, auspicious omens' spawn Bold young star, battle born emblazes all Make your mark on Midrealm lore Before the dragon slayer calls Old liege sets in legendary dusk Burnt orb, empty ember husk Yet land's lord 'til the changing of the sire Yield the dragon monarch mantle To the heir of crimson fire King bows before a fickle throne Prince comes into his own Who next will don the dragon crown? Prove your mettle to the Middle Dare to dance the golden round |
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