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Autumn has arrived, leaves are gone, the sky's in flames |
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A crimson red is brushing the valley brightest light |
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I remember my Novembers, ancient rites throughout the fog |
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A magic melancholia surrounded all the plains |
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A manifest of winds, the forces of the Earth |
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Darkness laid the curtain against the mighty oak |
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Figures hooded in the shades in front of braziers aflame |
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My childhood eyes have witnessed the ritual rebirth |
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A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries |
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The druids chant a strange lullaby |
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The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky |
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Are we are ready to die? |
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Forgive me Father for all that I have sinned, |
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For all the times I tried to be a follower within |
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Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived |
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The Beauty I've mantled, the pureness of your kin |
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We all hail the Moon gathering on its Sixth Day |
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Turn every barren one fertile as our Mother |
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With Golden Sickles we raise eyes to the sky and pray |
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Cure every poison and take care of all our Brothers |
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Come and dance with us the dances of the witch |
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I dreamt the white druid's voice whispering the words |
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The mistletoe, the sickle, the big Valonia Oaks |
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From that day on my knowledge opened up to a new itch |
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A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries |
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The druids chant a strange lullaby |
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The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky |
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Are we are ready to die? |
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Forgive me Father for all that I have sinned, |
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For all the times I tried to be a follower within |
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Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived |
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The Beauty I've mantled, the pureness of your kin |
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