THE SKIES ABOVE GROW DARK
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AS THE MOON IS HIDDEN BY MIGHTY STORM CLOUDS
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COLD WINDS BLOW AS FREEZING RAIN FALLS ACROSS THE LANDS
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RAVENS GATHER UPON HIGH STONE CLIFFS
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THAT RISE FROM WITHIN THE DEEP AND MAGICAL FORESTS
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HIDDEN WITHIN THE MOON CAST SHADOWS
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ARE THE MIGHTY CRUSADERS OF THE DARK
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ON THEIR NIGHT BLACK STEEDS
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CLOAKED IN THE DARKNESS OF NIGHT UNSEEN BY ALL
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AS THEY BESET UPON THEIR QUEST FOR VENGEANCE AND GLORY
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IN THE EYES OF THEIR DARK LORDS WHO SHALL RULE THE LANDS
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FROM THEIR TOWERING STONE FORTRESSES AND GRIM CASTLES
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RISING FROM THE OMINOUS AND MAJESTIC MOUNTAIN PEAKS
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THE DARK CRUSADERS SWORDS ARE DRAWN
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AND COATED WITH THE BLOOD
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OF ALL WHO OPPOSE THE BLACK HORDES
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AS THE FALLING RAIN TURNS TO SNOW
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THE EARTH IS EMBRACED IN WINTER'S ANCIENT SLUMBER
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THRONES ARE MADE FROM THE BONES OF THE VANQUISHED
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AS THE DARK CRUSADERS RIDE IN VICTORY
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[LYRICS: IXITHRA, LORD OF THE SYLVAN SHADOWS]
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[AND SYNVORLATH, LORD OF THE ANCIENT MOON]
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In Winters Ancient Slumber
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| Demoncy |
