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Demons Bane

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Am                                    G                              F                                              Am  
Along a road in Hardorn, the place called Stony Tor
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A fearful band of farmers flees karsite border war
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A frighted band of farmers, their children and their wives
             F              Am            G                                         F                      G                         Am  
Seek refuge from a tyrant who wants more than just their lives
          C                                      D                            C                                                      G  
Now up rides Herald Vanyel "Why then such haste" says he
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Now who is it persuing,who's anger do you flee?
C                                    G                            C                    G  
You are all of Hardorn why seek you Valdemar?
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Is Festil no protection nor bide all his men too far?
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Oh Vanyel, Herald Vanyel, We flee now for our lives
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Lord Nedran would enslave us, our childeren and our wives
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He'd give our souls to demons, our bodies to his men
             F              Am              G                              F                 G              Am  
King Festil has not heeded or he happens not to ken
          C                                         D                            C                                 G  
Now up speaks Herald Vanyel,"The border is not far"
          C                                    G                              F                            C  
But you are all fo Hardorn, and not of Valdemar
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You are not Rendale's people can call not on his throne
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But damned if I will see you left so helpless on your own
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So forth goes Herald Vanyel, and onward does he ride
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On Stony Tor he waits then, Yfandes at his side
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With Nedran's men approaching, he calls out from on high
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You shall not pass, Lord Nedran, nay I shall not let you by
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Now only Herald Vanyel stands blocking Nedran's way
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Now who are you, fool nothing, that dares to tell me nay
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Now up speaks Herald Vanyel, his voice like brittle glass
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The Herald Mage called Vanyel and says I you shall not pass
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Now there stands great Lord Nedran, behind him forty men
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With wizard there beside him, he pales and speaks again
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So you are Herald Vanyel this place is not your land
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So heed me Herald Vanyel and now turn aside your hand
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Let be I'll give you silver and I shall give you gold
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And I shall give you jewels fair that sparkle bright and bold
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And I shall give you pearls, all treasures of the sea
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If you will turn aside here leaving these poor fools to me
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What need have I of silver with sweet Yfandes here
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And all the gold I cherish is sunlight bright and clear
          C                              G                              C                                              G  
The only jewel I treasure's a bright and shining star
F            C                 D                                            F                    G            Am  
I protect all helpless not just those of Valdemar
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Now I shall give you beauty, women slaves and men
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And I shall give you power you'll never see again
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And I shall give you mansions and I shall give you land
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If you will turn aside this day, aside and hold you hand
          C                                    D                         C                                    G  
Now beauty held in bondage is beauty that is lost
          C                                                            G                            F                                      C  
And land and mansions blood bought come too high at the cost
          C                              G                              C                         G  
The power I have already, all power is a jade
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So turn ye back Lord Nedran if of me you are afraid
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Lord Nedran backs his stailion, his wizard he comes nigh
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Prepare youself bold Vanyel, for you shall surely die
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The wizard calls his demons, the demons he commands
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And Vanyel, Herald Vanyel only raises empty hands
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The wizard calls his demons, the sky above turns black
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The demons strike at Vanyel, he stands and holds them back
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The demons strike at Vanyel, they strike and hurt him sore
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But Vanyel stands defiantly to raise his hands once more
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