Cobra
athelas
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When the black breath blows, and when death's shadow grows,
Life to the dying in the king's hand lying. Deep roots aren't reached by the frost.
Help me now.
The setting sun, the rising sun. The day's end or the day begun.
Life to the dying in the king's hand lying. Deep roots aren't reached by the frost.
Help me now. You were mine.