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When the night has fallen down, |
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Frosty wind howls in the forests, |
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A black raven cries painful |
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On the way of the hunting moon... |
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The warriors of forgotten realms |
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Coming from North to kill again, |
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The light of the blazing torches |
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Shows the way to them... |
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Feel the unrestrained wrath, |
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The maddening hate, |
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Oh, spirit of war, |
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March on... |
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The death walks behind them, |
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Swords held high to the mournful sky, |
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Painting red the untrodden snow, |
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On the way of the hunting moon... |
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I smell the steaming blood, |
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On the way of the hunting moon... |
