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When doors lie open at halloween |
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On glimmering hills and lands unseen |
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The oldest of all that the world gave birth |
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Ride again through the hills of earth |
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Out of the darkness |
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On the road where the dead years run |
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Cold as moonlight |
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Terrible as the sun |
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Long before the word was spoken |
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Moon scarred or promise broken |
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From dust before the first day's sun |
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The children of the twilight come |
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(Chorus) |
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When the great stones rose on the windy plain |
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And the corn-mother sang for the springing grain |
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They (??) on the hill |
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The grey host rode and it's riding still |
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When the eagles came with their wings outspread |
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And the hard roads rang to the legion's tread |
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The war ran straight from coast to coast |
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Under the starlights rode the host |
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When they came from the north with their axe and plow |
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And the one-eyed god hung from the bough |
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Nine knights between the earth and sky |
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He saw the host come riding by |
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When clamoring bells and chanting priests |
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Proclaimed the dead god from the east |
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And churches rose on every hand |
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Still the grey host rode the land |
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When gold was gone and labor cheap |
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And they herded men like dogs herd sheep |
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Through furnace, glair and smokey mill |
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The grey host rode and it's riding still |
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Through towered blocks and littered streets |
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Where sirens wail and buses sleep |
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Where hope lives god only knows |
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For the gods died long ago |
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Still the grey host rides through the dead of night |
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And the cities are shadow to their sight |
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For beyond the mist of centuries |
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Still shine the stars and the ancient trees |
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Out of the darkness |
