Autumn has arrived,
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Leaves are gone, the sky's in flames
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A crimson red is brushing the valley brightest light.
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I remember my Novembers,
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Ancient rites throughout the fog
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A magic melancholia surrounded all the plains
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Let's go!
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A manifest of winds, the forces of the Earth
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Darkness laid the curtain against the mighty oak
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Figures hooded in the shades in front of braziers aflame
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My childhood eyes have witnessed the ritual rebirth.
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Pre-chorus:
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A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries
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The druids chant a strange lullaby.
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The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky
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Are we are ready to die?
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Chorus:
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Forgive me Father for all that I have sinned,
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For all the times I tried to be a follower within.
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Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived
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The Beauty I've mantled, the pureness of our kin.
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We all hail the moon gathering on its sixth day
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Turn every barren one fertile as our mother.
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With golden sickles we raise eyes to the sky and pray
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Cure every poison and take care of all our brothers.
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Of all our brothers!
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Come and dance with us the dances of the witch
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I dreamt the white druid's voice whispering the words.
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The mistletoe, the sickle, and the big Valonia Oaks
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From that day on my knowledge opened up to a new age
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Pre-chorus:
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A breeze from the sea came like mystery cries
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The druids chant a strange lullaby.
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The sparks from the flames reach the stars in the sky
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Are we are ready to die?
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Chorus:
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Forgive me Father for all that I have sinned,
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For all the times I tried to be a follower within.
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Forgive me Mother, sweet Earth where I have lived
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The Beauty I've mantled, the pureness of our kin.
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The Druid Ritual of Oak
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| Elvenking |
