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And the fog goes down |
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And everything is hung up |
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And every eye is inflamed |
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And all the souls |
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Have opened in wait |
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And then everything goes fast |
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Like a run in a drop, |
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Like water in a fall, |
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Main instinct is the king |
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And the scent of the blood |
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Flies through the fog |
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The cries and the clash |
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Are lost in the mist |
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But not the death, not the death |
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The monsters and the men |
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Are vanishing in the mist |
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But not the death, not the death |
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Like a run in a drop, |
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Like water in a fall, |
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Main instinct is the king |
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And the scent of the blood |
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Flies through the fog |
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Then, |
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The wave of the battle goes away |
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Then, |
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The warriors become of ice, |
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Silence, |
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And thousands, amazed eyes, |
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Look, |
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Look to the red burning sky... |
