On the top of the Falconhill...
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I was standing surrounded by solitude
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Evening breeze as my only friend
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It was a beautiful dusk of November
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Darkness wrapping around the hills where paths end
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To my eyes reflected a distant fire
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A fire from far away
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A sign our enemy is approaching
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From the land beyond the bay
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Beyond the mist covered forest on the river I saw
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Three dozen ships with crosses on sails
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Soon everywhere burnt fires
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Mine among the others
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From the village a horde was marching
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Till death or fame!
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To my eyes reflected a distant fire
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A fire from far away
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A sign our enemy is approaching
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From the land beyond the bay
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By the time the sun was about to rise above the skyline
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The army of the cross and heathen hordes collided
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By the time the sun was lurking high behind a cloud
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Only the heathen swords were held against the sky
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They were slaughtered and vanished for now
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But they will return to spread their word and kill
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It was a god-against-god-battle I saw
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On the top of the Falconhill
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On The Top Of The Falconhill
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Darkwoods My Betrothed |