Sing the Song, of the Barbarian King Sing the Song, of the man named Ring Sing the Song, of the Warrior so Bold Sing the song, as the tale is Told Tell us of the Island, with a blood red shore Tell us of Ring and his mighty Bronze Door Tell us of the castle, which stood above all Tell us of the Grave, which all man fall Remind us less we forget, the fate of such a hero. Remind us that he was once a Zero Remind us once again of his Valor Remind us once more, of his last hours. The Hero Ring and his skeleton armor Who once was a simple Farmer The Mightiest of Men With a soul of Tin As a baby Ring was so bold
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| - Sing the Song, of the Barbarian King Sing the Song, of the man named Ring Sing the Song, of the Warrior so Bold Sing the song, as the tale is Told Tell us of the Island, with a blood red shore Tell us of Ring and his mighty Bronze Door Tell us of the castle, which stood above all Tell us of the Grave, which all man fall Remind us less we forget, the fate of such a hero. Remind us that he was once a Zero Remind us once again of his Valor Remind us once more, of his last hours. The Hero Ring and his skeleton armor Who once was a simple Farmer The Mightiest of Men With a soul of Tin As a baby Ring was so bold
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| - Sing the Song, of the Barbarian King Sing the Song, of the man named Ring Sing the Song, of the Warrior so Bold Sing the song, as the tale is Told Tell us of the Island, with a blood red shore Tell us of Ring and his mighty Bronze Door Tell us of the castle, which stood above all Tell us of the Grave, which all man fall Remind us less we forget, the fate of such a hero. Remind us that he was once a Zero Remind us once again of his Valor Remind us once more, of his last hours. The Hero Ring and his skeleton armor Who once was a simple Farmer The Mightiest of Men With a soul of Tin On the Island of Potmos, the sea does run red On the Island of Potmos baby Ring sleeps in his bed On the Island of Potmos, we begin the story of Ring On the Island of Potmos, we will recall so many flings As a baby Ring was so bold As a baby his brothers bottle he stole As a baby his future future was foretold As a baby we knew when his veins would run cold
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