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Before the fire |
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We speak of lore |
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Of long lost tribes |
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And their wars |
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When Picts did thrive |
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On blood and gore |
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To stay alive |
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On this shore |
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A holy war |
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Born of The Well |
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To stop the horde |
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Come up from Hell |
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Vengeful for death |
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Inside the mind |
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The Quest |
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To burn away the night |
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A son of Crom |
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Before his life |
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An Aryan |
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From The Light |
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I shalt not run |
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From any fight |
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Death to Children |
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Of The Night |
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The Sons Of Aryan |
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Forgotten through the years |
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Born of The Ancient Ones |
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In The Forest of our fears |
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Cthulu still is here |
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The Horn calls to unite |
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Wotan casts his spear |
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Over The Children Of The Night |
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Sons Of The Flame |
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And Muspel's might |
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Stand strong in name |
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Of The Light |
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Know well The Wave |
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By count is Ninth |
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Returns The Staves |
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To the flight |
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