In the mist of the shadows by the river of the fogpalace
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Two great spears and a flag of dominion and hate
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Over the chasm riders of doom
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And sometimes the water dares to reflect... As days pass by and the light
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Is becoming weaker I can watch the death of the sun from my
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Enormous view
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Still sometimes I thought my own eyes were deceiving me
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Many a misty morning's battle. Further on more experience
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Soon it's time to hear the sound of the horn in far distance
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The deathtone call for war
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In the mist by the hills the day darkens
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In this forest death rules
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Over this chasm riders of doom and face him with a deadly pale
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Spectre face
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Grim as stone, ride to the deathfields... Blackness and doom
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A total eclipse of the sun
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Die by the northern triology in the mist by the hills
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In The Mist By The Hills
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| Satyricon |
