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Shap Rural
Coordinates: 54°30′07″N 2°43′16″W / 54.502°N 2.721°W / 54.502; -2.721
Shap Rural is a very large, but sparsely populated, civil parish in the Eden District of Cumbria in England, covering part of the Lake District National Park. It had a population of 119 in 2001, increasing to 130 at the 2011 Census.
Within the parish are the hamlets and settlements of Wet Sleddale, Hardendale and Swindale, most of the Shap Fells range and the reservoirs of Haweswater (part) and Wet Sleddale. The village of Mardale Green, which disappeared when Haweswater was converted into a reservoir in the 1930s, was in the parish.
The parish was created in 1906 with the splitting of the former civil parish of Shap into urban and rural parts. Shap Urban, or now simply Shap, was administered by an urban district council from 1906 to 1935. Shap and Shap Rural today have a joint parish council.
Major landowners in the parish are the Lowther Family Estates and United Utilities.
Junction 39 of the M6 motorway lies within the parish.
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The Champion
by: Zandelle[lead: Durfy]
In another place and time
A young man on a quest for knowledge
Traveled far a wide all across the land
But the road ahead was full of danger
He never dreamed of the risks he'd find
As he traveled this road of earth and sand
Now he fights on
Struggles to survive day by day
Eternal champion
To the gods of chaos doeth he pray
Warrior from a race of evil
Savior is what he wants to be
Wanderer he travels on forever
Tries to find that which he doeth seek
He gets so close but still too far
Always fall short of his goal
Determination drives him on and on
From a magic blade he gets his power
As it drink the souls of his enemies
Longs to return to a home that's so far gone
Always travelling
Hoping that one day he'll see his home
Self-banished emperor
For how much longer must he roam?
[repeat chorus]
He left his love behind
His cousin rules his land
As he faces death everywhere he turns
He tries to find the answers
That he has yet to find
The flame of conviction in his soul burns
[solo: Durfy]