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Thy Lord Is She

My Precious

I am thy lady, my army
I will lead thy army, my men
From dungeons of misery, I will flee
From dragons and demons, we will free

Thou art fathers (to family)
Thou art saviour (to country)
For she is thy army

Draw out thy swords, [beneath thee]
Underneath my commands, [lay thee]
Banish thy lords, blasphemy

From ye elves of hills
And standing lakes, I draw
I call forth thee, weak masters
To my battlegrounds
Between virtue and vice
I am thy lord, my army
She who tempt thee
To attractive sins

She, who contradicts claims
Of mercy and justice
She, is thy army
For your lord is a she