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Red sparks fill the sky and they fall to the earth on fire |
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The bright stars fade away and the moon is turning to red |
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The dark woods of the valley whisper stories of an old witch |
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Living on the great hill covered by ice and snow |
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The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force |
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To beat the evil, to beat the night |
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The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands |
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Breaks the eternal chains of sleep |
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The old witch hears the silence, she sees the village enchanted |
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By the power of her magic, gathered from the mists of the dark |
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The everlasting winter's draining the power of the people |
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She feels it in her veins... |
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And another one falls asleep |
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The strongest soul above them all start to sing the poem of force |
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To beat the evil, to beat the night |
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The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands |
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Breaks the eternal chains of sleep... |
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And darkness..."My holy ancestors, hear my voice, bless this final fightRaise this verse to the secret place, where dead birds fly" |
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I can feel my ancestors to join me and my soul, |
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I feel their power inside me |
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I can hear the rhythm of my troll drum and how it shakes the earth |
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I can see the sun rise after all these years, the golden sun rays |
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And the spell is starting to fade away... |
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To fade away... |
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So fell the black witch and she froze to ice forever |
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So came the mighty wind and blew to the dark red sky |
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Remains of the evil was spread by the north wind |
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And they formed into bright northern lights |
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The strongest soul above them all started to sing the poem of force |
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To beat the evil, to beat the night |
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The troll drum from the dawn of time, build by a shaman from the northlands |
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Broke the eternal chains of sleep |
