Chords for Bekhten's Curse

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My lord, [C#m] my [C] fair _ [C#] lord, we [C#m] can't waste them, those creatures.
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Oh my [C#] [C] fair lord, _ [C#m] _
may your power of anger and anger must [C] not be the start of [C#] the [C] great cause.
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My land is yours, we are here to [Cm] serve.
May [C#] you [C] light us, we [C#m] are here to _ _ accuse.
[Cm] Once and for all.
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Those are the king's words.
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They are beasts that should not be explained.
[C#] Yet we will learn to understand them.
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_ We will manage to get their [C#m] ways.
They can show endless [Cm] imagination. _ _
_ _ What?
The body of the king was falling apart.
Now it was already wiped off the map.
The [G#] moon god must never be the [Cm] healer.
Rather, a massacre of the realm _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ [Cm] _ _ [C] _ of the powers [G#] that be. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [Cm] _ My [C#] lord, my [C] fair lord, _ [C#m] _ great god who has grabbed the strength of us.
[Cm] Oh my [C#m] [C] fair lord, _ [C#m] may your power of anger and anger must [C] not be the start of the great cause.
[Cm] _ _ _ [C#m] My land is yours, and we are here [Cm] to serve.
May [C#m] you [C] light us, [C#m] we are here to accuse.
_ _ [C#] Once [C] and for _ _ [Cm]
all.
_ _ _ _ [C#m] Now what can one believe to [C#] say?
[Cm] _ Justly so, an opportunity to make them their [C#] prey.
For the simple man of the king, the cause of immortal [Cm] life.
We have all been made, and we all are upright.
_ [C#m] _ We pledge ourselves to [Cm] your claims. _ _ _ _
What?
The body of the king was falling apart.
Now it was already wiped off the map.
[G#] The moon god must never be the healer.
_ [D] Rather, a massacre of [Cm] the realm _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ of [G#] the powers that be. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ For the matter of [G#]
glory.
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_ [G] They are weak with all this ancestry.
[C] What?
The body of the king was falling apart.
Now it [Gm] was already wiped off [Cm] the map.
The [G#] moon god must never be the [F] healer.
Rather, a massacre of the realms [C] of the powers that be.
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