A livid heaven scatter his light
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And dense clouds gatter the stars from the sky
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The sea strikes deep valleys in hell did welcome
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And the cold black ocean extinguish the fire of the sun
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Oh hear my cry.. plague, waste and death
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A deep black shadow, an old oak tree
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A burning fire in front of me
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A fire-ship on the open sea and flying elves rescue me
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Oh my gods, hear my cries
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Frozen rain is silent falling, crickets grow damp
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Birds put in the calling and annihilate thunder tears the sky
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A wretched whimper get out of the sky and the cold autumn breeze
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Move over the water as I die
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Burning villages, the brooks carry blood, and the death take us in care
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And when the sun tomorrow go to rise, we are even never here
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Plague, waste and death
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Vicious rivers of fire and fog, hopeless await the dark the awakening sunrise
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Hear the horse trampling through fern and wood
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An age where the axe will prevail
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A slight doubt conquered thee, an axe-brandished rider in front of me
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A horse, a mane of gold, enchant and bright and horseman blacker than the night
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Frozen rain is silent falling, crickets grow damp
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Birds put in the calling and annihilate thunder tears the sky
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A wretched whimper get out of the sky and the cold autumn breeze
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Move over the water as I die
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Burning villages, the brooks carry blood, and the death take us in care
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And when the sun tomorrow go to rise, we are even never here
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Plague, waste and death
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Plague, Waste And Death
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| Morrigan |
