All language subtitles for Highlander - Season 5 Episode 03

All right.
Let's go, you guys!
Okay.

Come on. Hustle it up.
All right, Barry.
Give me your best.

Hey, man, it's simple.

They either want me
or they don't.

What are you, my agent
or my mother? I'm telling you
15's not gonna cut it.

I want 20 million,
or by the time
spring training ends...

I'm gonna be playing
for Steinbrenner.

Hey, that's not my problem.

Let the old man sell
some more cars, all right?
Over there!

Carl Robinson! There he is!
Hey, Carl!

Look, I gotta go.
All right, later.

All right, all right.
Hold up. Hold up. Back up.
Back up. Who's first here?

Hey, you know what?
This looks like the one
Griffey hit off me last year.

Who you guys
rootin' for, anyway?

- You're looking pretty good
out there today, Carl.
- "Pretty good"?

It could be better.

You gotta learn to pull
the string, throw the change.
You follow me?

You can't do it all with heat.
If they start timing you,
you're done.

Oh, is that a fact?
Hell, yes, it's a fact.

It's been a fact since I was
in the minors. If you weren't
so arrogant, you'd know that.

That's a fastball,
you see?

Hey, Trey, will you
give the kid the ball?

The hitters get so far in front,
they don't know whether
they're coming or going, huh?

Look. Later, Trey.
I got some things
I gotta take care of.

Take care, kids!
And I don't?

Think I was born
in a swamp?

I was in the minors
10 years, Carl!

I caught Maddux
and Johnson and Smoltz.

I know things!

Know-it-all
son of a bitch.

Well, if it isn't
the great Carl Robinson.

Nice threads, man.

Yeah, I'll give you
the name of my tailor.

Look, what do you want?

Your autograph, star man.
Like, I just totally
can't live without it.

Saw you playing on TV
the other night.

You got a problem
with southpaws.
Yeah, so?

So... I'm a southpaw.

Look, man.
Are you crazy?

You got the wrong place
and the wrong time.
I ain't lookin' for no trouble.

Yeah, well, surprise, man,
'cause you just found it.

Oh-and-2.
Excellent.

Oh, man!
Look at this car!

It's so cool!

It's fantastic.

No! No, you don't
understand!

He is Duncan MacLeod,

the Highlander.

Born in 1592,
in the Highlands of Scotland,

and he is still alive.

He is immortal.

For 400 years,
he's been a warrior,

a lover,

a wanderer,

constantly facing
other Immortals
in combat to the death.

The winner
takes his enemy's head...

and with it, his power.

I am a Watcher,

part of a secret society
of men and women...

who observe and record,
but never interfere.

We know the truth
about Immortals.

In the end,
there can be only one.

May it be Duncan MacLeod,
the Highlander.

Here we are

Born to be kings

We're the princes
verse

I am immortal

I have inside me
blood of kings

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the future
of your world

- How did you get in here?
- You MacLeod?

I might be.
And who are you
supposed to be?

I'm asking
the questions here.
What's this?

You can read.
Well, I'm working on it.

Maybe if you go real slow,
I can...

look at the pictures.

Hey, what-- Wait--
Where'd you get--

Come here!

Damn it. Come here--
Hey, hey, hey!

I'm sorry.
Watch where
you're going.

And where
you put those hands.

Uh, yeah. I'll try.

On my way out.
Apology accepted.

I get lots worse
in the subway,
believe me.

I could show you marks.

So, is this place
open for business or what?

Yeah, um--
You couldn't tell
by the clients. I mean,

who's gonna join a dump
in this condition?
That's mine. Thanks.

Yuck! What it needs--
fixing up. Big time.

Yeah. Um, uh,
I'm really busy--

You think I'm kidding.
No.

You know it.
I know it.
Mm-hmm.

Only, the dork
who owns the joint--
not a clue.

And you could sort him out?
Bet your cute buns
I could.

So,

where do I find this,
uh, Neanderthal?

You're looking at him.

We're closed.

Nice suit.

Nice neighborhood.

Yeah, well, the penthouse
was getting a little boring.

Thought I needed
a change.

I call it Chez Carl's.
What you think?

I think
you've looked better.

Well, I sure as hell
have felt better.

How is it out there?

TV, newspapers,
talk shows--

Carl Robinson
wanted for murder.

You got good coverage, Carl.
Did everything but
take out an ad.

Oh, come on, man!
You think
I wanted this?

Punk didn't give me
any choice.

Well, doesn't really make
much difference now,
does it?

You know where I was
last week, Mac?

Havin' dinner
with the mayor
and the governor.

Talked about my game.
Fastball.

Then they asked me
if I ever thought about
going into politics.

You hear what
I'm sayin', Mac?

Politics!
And they wanted me--
me, Carl Robinson!

Yeah. Well, I guess
you always did have
lousy timing.

Gonna twist your necks.

Now, don't you move, boy,

or I'll blow you away.

Who the hell are you?

I'm Duncan MacLeod.

Of the Clan MacLeod.
Go!

Come on!

Good timing!

- Do you know who
those men were?
- No, and I don't care.

You can't let 'em
get away with that.
Ain't nothin' to do about it.

I know this is the South,
but there are laws.
Yeah.

For white people.

I can help you
find them.
Then what?

We take 'em to court?

Thanks for the offer, MacLeod,
but all I want to do
is get my butt back north.

- Then what?
- Don't you worry
about it, sir.

I got me some plans.

Hoo!

Baseball, huh?
Hey!

Gonna be in the big leagues.
Yankee Stadium.

Strike out
the Babe himself.

How you gonna do that?

What you talkin' about?
You saw that pitch!

I got me one sweet arm,
and a fastball
you can't even see.

That's not exactly
what I meant.

Oh, you mean, how can I
when they don't let
no Negroes play...

except in that, uh,
new Negro league?

Yeah, something
like that.

I don't-- I don't know.

Guess I'll just have to
settle for something else.

You know, I could
get me an education.

I could be a politician.

Pass some laws.
Make some changes.

Yeah, that'd be something,
wouldn't it-- slave to president
to the big leagues.

All in one lifetime.

Come on, man, look.
The only ones after you
now are the cops.

- Put it behind you.
- Oh, yeah, sure.
What the hell, huh?

I've only been waiting
for this for, what,
two, three lifetimes?

Now it's over, gone.

Look, it's time
to move on.

With what?
I can't get to my money.

I use my name,
my credit cards,
they throw my ass in jail!

My face is
all over the place.

Come on.
We'll use my place.

We'll figure something out.
Be better than this hotel.

Hey, Mac-- Wait a minute.

I don't want to
drag you into this.

I'm already in it.

Fed.

Matthew McCormick,
Special Agent.

I'll be taking it
from here, gentlemen.

- You're the serial killer guy.
- Among other things.

But "serial killer guy"
will do.

There's only been
one murder here.

Very high-profile murder,
gentlemen.

Let's just say
there's a certain pressure
to wrap it up quickly.

And make sure
it stays wrapped.

Nobody wants to screw up
one of these things again.

Do they?
Let me guess.

Murder weapon was
a very sharp object.
I don't suppose you found it.

No.
Thought not.

And nobody knows where
Carl Robinson is, hmm?

No.
I wouldn't worry.

I think we'll find him.

It just ain't fair, man.
Nobody said it was.

I watched them all
try and fail--
Malcolm, Martin--

I swore to myself that
if I ever had a chance,

I was gonna make
a difference.

Then some hotshot kid
comes along and throws
my whole life in the crapper.

- You still have
your life, Carl.
- Oh, yeah, right.

Look, you listen to me.

You start over.
Go to a new country,

new people,
and after a few years
you try again.

- What, from the bottom?
- Hey, it's more than
most people get.

Aw, man! How the hell
did they know?

Someone did their homework.
Your tax dollars at work.
Hold on.

All right. Damn it, Mac.
Get me out of here, now!

Go!
Easy, Carl.

At any time, you can tell me
what's going on.

You know
what the hell's going on.

Cops is what's goin' on.

There was an Immortal
with them, Carl.

What's he got
to do with you?

He's name's Matthew.
Matthew McCormick.
He's a federal agent.

And what else?

Well, Mr. McCormick and I,
we go back aways.

Matthew used to own me.

I'd been a slave so long,
Mac, seems like it's
all I can remember.

I was a hard worker.

It was never enough.

I was always
a stubborn Negro.

What you doin' there, Skinny?
You see I got me
a full load.

Why don't you take yourself
on and wait for the next bin,
now, hear?

Bought and sold so many times
I lost count.

Seth Hobart was
the latest one.

And he liked bein' master.

Then somebody went
and knocked up
Hobart's youngest daughter.

Which one was it. Huh?
You point him out now.

-She had to name somebody--
- This one here?

-So she said it was me.
- Robinson! Robinson,
you son of a gun!

Yes, sir.
Did you defile
my daughter?

No, sir.
Don't you lie to me!

Massa, please!
Massa, please! Don't--

Come back here,
you son of a bitch!

Hell, nobody listened to me.

Nobody had to.

Come back, you--

Don't shoot, Mr. Hobart!
Please!

Shot me in the back.
Left me for dead.

Only thing was...

I couldn't die.

I ran for days.
I didn't know why
I was still alive.

I just knew
that for the first time,

I was free.

'Course, the reality was,
dead or alive,
I was still a slave.

And freedom didn't
last too long.

These guys were--
They were looking
for a reward...

for bringing in
a runaway slave,

or they were just gonna
sell me for whatever
the market could bear.

That was when I felt it.

It was the first time I'd ever
run into an Immortal.

It was McCormick.

Man, he used to come by
the plantation all the time.

He was married to
Hobart's oldest daughter.

Good afternoon.

Looking for another boy
for my spread.

Interested in your fella, there.

At first,
they weren't interested.

Of course, I--
I'm willing to pay.

You must be awfully
attached to him.

Matthew bought me.

He paid twice
what I was worth.

I didn't know
what the hell to make of him,

but I sure the hell
thought I was dead.

Mr. Matthew, sir,
you gotta let me explain.

I didn't mean to run away.
It was Mr. Hobart.

He-He wanted to kill me!
You gots to understand!

No, please, sir.
Please, whatever you do,

just don't take me
back there.

Just don't take me back!

All right, M--

Oh, God, no.

Oh, sweet Jesus.
Please, sir.

Please! Don't!

You got to let me live!

Now he wants to kill me.

Why now, when he could've
taken you back then?

What the hell difference
does it make?

You trust him?

I have to.

He knows about us.

Everything.
Come on.

Hey.

Joe Dawson.

Let's just say I have
a soft spot for Immortals.

Well, I guess anybody who
can play Delta blues like that
can't be too shabby.

Thank you, sir.
You know, I'd have to say
the same thing...

about anybody who could
strike out Ken Griffey Jr.
twice in one game.

Come on. Let me, uh, show you
this accommodation, all right?

I'll catch you later.
Where you goin'?

- Back to my place
to talk to McCormick.
- Give it a rest, Mac.

You're wasting your breath.
Hey, what's to lose?

Oh, I don't know.
Your head.
That's reassuring.

Mac.

The guy's good with a sword.
He taught me moves
that I'm still working on.

Then maybe he can
teach me something.

Matthew McCormick,
I presume.

That's "Special Agent"
to you.

You're in my office.
And you're in my chair.

And I don't remember
inviting you.

You know what
I like about these?

If you had enough stairs,
they'd just go on forever.

Unless they're stopped.

- Kind of like us, hmm?
- No.

Just like us.

I checked you out, MacLeod.

Far as I can tell,
we're not gonna
have a problem.

Oh, there's just one.
You're after
Carl Robinson.

I'm to serve
the state.

Catch a killer,
the world's a better place.
Don't you think?

For who?
You know what he is.

Serial killers, cannibals,

mad bombers-- psychopaths
come in all shapes and sizes,
Mr. MacLeod,

and it makes
no earthly difference to me,

as my job's simple--
I bury them.

Yeah, but there's
no murder here.

It was a fight
between Immortals.
He had no choice.

Maybe not this time.

But this time,
I will have him.

For what?
Carl Robinson's no murderer.

Or are you
the whole jury?

Let me tell you a little
something about your
good friend Carl Robinson.

He's a murdering bastard.

And he always has been.

I wish we had
more time, Carl.

But the South
is gonna make a stand,

and with the war coming
it's just no good for
a black man on his own.

Oh, no need to explain
to me, Mr. Matthew.

I got me a whole back
full of reasons why
I shouldn't stay down here.

Still, I don't know.

Something about the South
I'm gonna miss.
That seem strange to you?

It's not gonna be
a whole lot easier
out there, you know.

You're telling me.

But I know
what I am now.

I know how to survive.
You taught me that.

You'd have done the same.

No, sir.

No, sir, I wouldn't.
See, you taught me
something else--

not every white man
uses a whip.

You've been more
than my teacher.

You've been a friend.

I reckon your best bet
is to head north...

for Chicago,
maybe even New York.

Yeah. Yeah, soon enough.

Just got a few things
I've gotta finish up.

Do any of those things
have a name?

This ain't none of
your concern, Mr. Matthew.
The hell it isn't.

If you're talking about
Seth Hobart, forget it.
Stay away from him, you hear?

The man is pure evil--
him and his son.
He shot me down.

You are immortal, Carl.
It is time to put away
mortal concerns.

What else have I
taught you, hmm?

Forgiveness.

Forgiveness is the power
that breaks the chains
of bitterness...

and the shackles
of selfishness.

And decency is something else
you've got to learn.

- Are you defending him?
- What I am is married
to his daughter.

You leave him be, Carl.
If you don't,
I'm gonna hunt you down.

You have my word
on that.

Are you listening
to me?

Yes, sir.

I hear you.

Carl?

Carl!

You there! You!

Get your black ass
back to work,
or there'll be hell to pay!

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

You turn around
when I'm addressin' you!

Sweet Jesus!

Robinson!
Afternoon, Mr. Hobart.

You feelin' all right?
You're looking
a mite peaked.

You're dead.
I shot you.

Am I?
Could a dead man do this?

How do you like it,
Mr. Hobart, huh?

Oh, no.
I'm strong, Mr. Hobart.

I got strong
workin' in your fields.

Totin' your loads.
No more, Mr. Hobart!

No more!

- Daddy!
- You keep out of this, boy.

This here's between
me and your daddy.

You murdering nigger!
Murdering nigger!

No more.

Did you kill
those men, Carl?

You damn right I did.

MacLeod,
Hobart owned me.

Same as a plow
and a mule.

You know what that means?
Do you have any idea?

Beat me when it suited him.

Whipped me like
I was a damn dog.

And I had no say about it,
'cause it was his right.

You should have
left it alone.

Oh, yeah, right.
You gonna tell me
what I shoulda done?

You were never a slave.
I'm not telling you
what you should have done.

Once you became immortal,
you stopped being a slave.
You're one of us now.

Look, I didn't go there
meanin' to kill him.

But am I sorry I did?
No.

And if you can't
understand that,

why don't you
just go to hell
with the rest of 'em?

Best damn pitcher
this team's ever seen.

I don't know what the hell
we're gonna do without him.
He's--

Oh, Jesus.

Scheduled to pitch
on Tuesday.

Tuesday.

Jesus, Carl.

God, we need this guy.

Robinson has just thrown
a no-hitter.

The crowd is loving it.

Hold it right there,
Robinson!

Hold it.

That's right, Ms. Shodden.

We'll have a car around
there later this afternoon.
All right.

Look at the rage,

the anger, the injustice
of it all.

Just like every other killer
I ever brought in.

Doesn't matter--
young, old, rich, poor--
they're all the same.

You'd never even know
he was one of us.

Yes, but heisone of us.
He killed in self-defense.
Corman challenged him.

I don't give a damn
about Corman.
Hobart was my wife's father.

Oh, is this about
justice or revenge?

I would have thought
a man like you
would understand.

There's no statute
of limitations
on murder.

Come on.
You can't condemn him
for something we all do.

Things happen in an
investigation. Evidence goes
missing all the time.

Somebody drops
the wrong glove, you know--

You're not asking me
to throw this case?

I'm asking you to do
something about this.
He can't go to prison.

How long do you--

How long before they
find out about him?
About all of us?

I wouldn't worry
about that.

I don't think Carl's
gonna make it to trial.

Well, it's a strange
world indeed.

Look, McCormick--
Save your breath, MacLeod.
Somebody's just confessed.

And he wasn't
Carl Robinson.

What the hell difference
does it make?

Because he was drunk?
Maybe he's
just plain crazy.

Who the hell knows
why Trey Franks
does anything.

All I know is
I'm out of there.

You think it's right to let
Trey take the rap for you?
Right?

What the hell does right
have to do with anything?

Man, this whole immortality
crap is a joke.

Every time-- I mean, every time
I was set to get somewhere,
be somebody, bam!

Something comes along
and knocks me
on my ass.

Now, MacLeod, a gift has
dropped out of the sky, and you
want me to throw it away?

No, I just want you
to get an innocent man
out of jail.

Oh, yeah, right.
How am I supposed
to do that, huh?

Just tell the truth, right?
Keep it nice and simple?

Nothing is simple
and nothing is easy,

but you are gonna
do this, right?

MacLeod, when this
whole thing happened,
my life ended.

Now I have it back!
I'm Carl Robinson again!

Oh, Carl the hero.
That must be great.

Mac, I can do things!
I can make a difference!

Yeah, and Trey can't?
Aw, come on, man.

The man is a nobody.
He is nothing.
Less than nothing.

Like Carl the slave was?

Hmm?
You don't even
want to go there.

Oh, yeah? Why not?
Because you suffered?

How much you got
in the bank, Carl?
What difference does that make?

Five, six million dollars,
a nice apartment,
that nice Lamborghini.

Is there some point
you're trying to make?

Yeah. Why don't you give
the torture crap a rest?
Your slave days are long gone.

All right. Why don't we
look at it this way?

This is probably the best thing
that ever happened to old Trey,
and I'll tell you something.

If that man wants
his time in the sun,
I'm gonna give it to him.

- Not good enough.
- It'll have to do.

Why don't you come
down to the station
and tell old Trey that?

- You take your hand off me.
- I'm not done.

I'm done.

Come on!

All right!
Give me your hand!

You want some more? Huh?
You want some more?
Come on!

Get up.
'Cause I'm not finished.

All right. All right!

I'll go.
Come on. Help me.

Give me your hand.
I'll give you a hand.

- Oh! Oh, MacLeod!
- Not twice.

- Well?

- Come on, MacLeod!
- Your word.

I'll go!

MacLeod--

Yoo-hoo!
Anybody home?

Came to see if you
thought about renovating.

We could put the steam room
over here. I took the liberty
off jotting down ideas.

Some aerobics over there.
We could do
with a little bou...

tique.

MacLeod--
It's a great idea.

Just couldn't wait
to get started.

Aah! Can't breathe!

We should have gone through
his lawyers.

Don't worry.
They'll let us see him.

Oh, you're pretty sure
of that, aren't you?

Hey, I'm the star,
remember?

Mr. Robinson?

It wouldn't be...
too much trouble?

To Jerry.
He's my boy.

Got a pen?

So let me get this
straight, Trey.

You killed him because
he owed you money.

And he wouldn't pay.

So I went after him.

And you killed him
with a big knife?

More like a... sword...
kind of thing.

Look, I already
told this to the cops.

And, uh,
after you killed him,

Carl came along
and he got caught.

That's right.
That's what happened.

Did you hate
this guy, Trey?
Yeah, I guess.

Pretty bad.
Hmm.

So how come you lent
him money, this guy
you hated so much?

I did it. Why don't you
just believe me?

'Cause it's not true.

I ain't talkin' anymore.

Trey. You know
you didn't do this.
No. Trey.

You know it and I know it,
and you've got to
tell the police.

Then they'd come after you.
Yeah, maybe.

But you can't
throw your life away.

I don't got a life
to throw away.

Look, it's not like
I don't know what I am.
I know what I am.

I'm a joke. White trash.

I can't play ball.
I can't--

There was a time once
I thought I had something.

Well, I must have
been dreaming, hmm?

See, all I've been...

all my life is a zero.

Trey--
We both know it.

Look. Growing up,

I hated guys like you--

rich, black, smarter than me--

and then I met you.

I seen you play, seen the way
you treat people,

what you had inside you.

And I stopped hating you.

I wanted you to win.
More than anything,

I wanted to help you win.

I know you did, Trey.

You gotta hear me, Carl.

See, it was
the first good thing...

I ever wanted.

If you can change someone
like me, think what you
can do with your life

All the good things.

But you know, man.
You saw.

If you had to do it,
you must've had
a good reason.

The world loses Carl Robinson,
it's worse off.

But Trey Franks?

There's no point...

to Trey Franks.

Let me do this, Carl.

Please.

It's all I got.

It won't go away, Carl.

Damn him!

Cracker-ass
son of a bitch!

It's not Trey
you gotta look at.
It's you.

Damn him, MacLeod!
I tell the truth,
I lose everything!

Everything I hoped for,
everything I dreamed.

Looks like I don't have
very many options, do I?

Looks like
you don't have any.

This isn't for you, MacLeod.
You know why I'm here.

You should have
gone north, Carl.
Maybe so.

What happened
in Louisiana happened.
I can't take that back.

No, you can't.
But you can pay for it.

Look, the world's different.
People have changed.
Carl's changed.

Did you imagine
redemption came
that easily?

No, what I imagined
was there was some
justice in what I did.

- The men I killed were slavers.
- Those men were my friends.

I told you
I'd come after you.

Here I am.
Who wins here
if one of you dies?

A man avenges
his own, MacLeod.

You think
you're honor-bound
to do this?

Your honor won't be served
by Carl's death.
Just your pride.

And your vanity.

There is no justice,
no redemption.

- I gave my word!
- Look, I don't hold this
against you, Matthew.

You do what you have to,
just like I did
what I had to.

I just have one favor
to ask you.
What?

If you win this,
don't you let Trey
take the rap for me.

The man thinks he's a piece
of garbage, but he's not.
Nobody's garbage.

You tell him that.

Tell him his life
has a point.

Can I trust you
to do that?

Listen to what
he's telling you.

Listen to what
he's asking you.
Look at him.

- Is this the man
you want to kill?
- Get out of there, MacLeod!

You can forgive him!

You can forgive him!

Test was positive.
Bloodstains matched
the murder victims.

Robinson's prints
are all over it.

If I had a crystal ball
right now, you know
what I'd see?

I'd see you
doing ten to twenty.

Aiding and abetting,
accessory to murder.

All I did was bring it in.
Then you must know
where he is.

No.
Tell me, MacLeod!

Or I will book you
right now.

Time to make yourself
scarce, Mr. MacLeod.
This could get ugly.

Let me talk to him,
see if I can settle
this peaceably.

- He's already murdered
one man, maybe more.
- Three minutes is all I ask.

That's all you've got.

- Mr. MacLeod is going in.
-Carl?

- That you, MacLeod?
- I'm coming in.
I'm unarmed.

You ready for this?

MacLeod coming out.

He won't listen.

He said he won't go
to jail for the rest
of his life.

All right.
Brace yourselves, people.
This one is going down hard.

Drop it, Carl! Freeze!
Easy. Easy, now.

Carl Robinson,
throw down your weapon.

Put your hands
behind your head!

Unless you're looking
to commit suicide, Robinson,
you'll put it down!

Drop the weapon!

For the last time,
you drop that weapon!

Carl, no!

It's clear.

Let's go. This window
only stays open
for five minutes.

Now that you're dead, the
police aren't looking for you,
and Trey's free.

Yeah, great. Did you have to
let them shoot me
so many times?

Felt like the O.K. Corral.
Awful sorry.

Quit complaining, would ya?
You still have your head.

Yeah.
It's freezing in there.

Yeah, well, it's a morgue.
At least you're still fresh.

You know, you're
real funny, MacLeod.

Hey, who picked out
these clothes, anyway?
Your mother?

You should have
killed him.

Trey.

I don't have to
talk to you.

No, you don't.

If it wasn't for you,
he'd still be alive.

They had me, damn it.
I confessed.

Yeah, but you didn't
kill anybody, did you?

Well, I didn't save
nobody either, did I?

You're wrong,
there, Trey.

Oh, my God.
Yeah. I'm alive.

Look, don't try to
understand it, Trey.
Just accept it.

You shouldn't be here.
It ain't safe.

Yeah, I know.

Look, Trey, I'm not
gonna be coming back here
for a long time.

Well, take care, then.

- Don't forget to keep
pulling the string, huh?
- Yeah, I'll work on that.

- And you got trouble
with southpaws too.
- Oh, is that a fact?

Hell, yes, it's a fact.

If you weren't so arrogant,
maybe you'd know it.

I'll work on that too.

- Thanks, Trey.
- Yeah, what for?
I didn't do nothin'.

You did a good thing.
I won't forget it.
Don't you forget it either.

It's time to go.

And here we are

We're the princes
of the universe

Here we belong
fighting for survival

We've come to be the rulers
of your world

I am immortal

I have inside me
blood of kings
Yeah!

I have no rival

No man can be my equal

Take me to the future
of your world

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