[L: Parcharidis / M: Parcharidis, Wolf]
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Charms and bags and graveyard stones, witch bottles protects our homes
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Minerals of many, many kinds - Things we dig for in our mines
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Now the element of fire - From candle glow to wild desire
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They walk in it and do not burn - It seals the spell from which they yearn
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The tide is rolling on but they will never turn
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To burn the orks and skeletons - Is just for what they yearn
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[CHORUS]
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From the mountains the wizards come
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But no all at once just one by one
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With powers in the coats they wear
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Skin and feather, fur and hair
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Relics of power and filled full of wonder
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Those who slithered, pattered, thundered
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Stones upon which mysterious symbols show
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And lava, fire, spit taken from volcano
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Spells to aid them in their quest - Combining them of course is always the best
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And when with magic scrolls thay are steady - To fight in battle they'll be ready
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[CHORUS]
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The tide is rolling on - With demon ships across the shore
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The wizards fight until the tide should roll no more
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Turn around look at the field - Holding nothing but my wand and my shield
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Those demons are amazed and leave our land alone
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Skin & Feather
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| Human Fortress |
