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A great orator,boldly,without shame,
Will raise his unholy Army,
The audacity of his contention,
Bridges broken,city’s feint with fear...
The worthy one,chased from the holy realm,
His advisors put to fire,
His followers stoop to such low deeds,
That the bastard will be-half recieved,
At the gates-of Heaven,
The slightest flame comes from the solitude,
A new King will be annointed...Now,
The great plague will not end,until the death is avenged,
Of the just blood taken,condemned without crime,
By the great lady offended by deception and lies,
The worthy one...x2
From a simple soldier he will attain the throne,
From a short robe he will attain the long,
Valiant in arms though he stands against the church,
To annoy the priest as the water does the sponge,
With a name of which no King ever had,
Never was there seen so dreadful a thunderbolt,
East,West,All nations tremble!
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