yes
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the northern skies shall witness
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the rising of the scarlet moon
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from behind the blackened landscape
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of frozen Nordic wastes
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transformation of mountianous scenery
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to an eerie shade of crimson
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no longer a pale grey moon
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but one of fresh pure blood
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beams of luminescence fall no more to earth
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tears of mourning flow
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and weeping
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yes
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sadness envelopes the land
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soon
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eternity's gates open wide
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and time shall be no more
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generations await the sentence
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for passing though life of
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do what thou wilt
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alas
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a tragedy has befallen
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thus now reconsider
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or
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consume the wine of wrath
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Behold The Rising Of The Scarlet Moon
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| Horde |
