In the midst of the dead earth up through the clouds they rise
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Feet sunk in moss heads covered in a veil of white
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Kings born and die but fells still watch up proud
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Like giants in their grandeur they stand and hold the sky
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Shadows grow tall covering the barren earth
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The earth that wears only lichen and moss
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The sun is setting and the sky dresses in red
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for the coming six fullmoons all light will be lost
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The daylight goes hiding into infinity
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The last shades of red turn slowly to gray
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...and then to black
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On some nights will the northern lights appear
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And send their rays to reflect from the snow
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Colouring the lands of fells in all their shades
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When they disappear... only darkness remains
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Red Sky Over The Land Of Fells
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Darkwoods My Betrothed |