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Past Due track 09. Thanks to rocketman0739 for providing high-quality versions of these songs. Download the album here: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Lyrics: It started in a tavern on the edge of Macke Town The talk had turned to stories of the night He drank and laughed with all the rest and chilled them with his tales Spoken in the shadowed eerie light When all at once they noticed signs they had not seen before No candles burned inside the tavern hall The windows shuttered tightly and no light spread from the doors The blacksmith's son glowed pale to light them all Sword in hand and rein in hand he rides across the plain Knowing as he gallops that he can't go home again Born and raised in Macke Town, the blacksmith's only son His neighbors hound and hunt him for a deed he has not done
