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Spirit of the ash tree |
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Dweller in the oak, Thy realm I wish to traverse; |
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I whisper the ancient verse |
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Whisper the ancient verse |
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Passage safe to earn. |
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Gods of the earth, |
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You who made sylvan breath |
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Hear now my spells |
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Hear now my spells |
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As I flirt nightshade |
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In pagan forests primeval |
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Where dusk enthroned is king! |
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Once upon a day |
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On the wings of fairytale, Shamanic paths I take |
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Where in adoration |
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Wolves to the moon bay; |
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To the moon bay |
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Another figure I bcome |
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Inside the sylvan canvass |
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Hidden, away far from your world |
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I have ridden! |
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Spireless lands await me |
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In a world of elder magecraft |
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Elven runes engraved |
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Upon hyperborean skies |
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Like stars arrayed. |
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The man in black |
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There he awaits; |
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And there's no coming back! |
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Forest calling to mine ear |
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Distand echoes of the Dryad. |
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Enthralled I stand by this woodland melody. |
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Upon the altar of yew |
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Before Fangorn's palace |
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The Elven heart is beating; |
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Rhythm of my breathing |
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My hands lie bleeding |
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Dagger bitten grimly |
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An offering of life |
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To ethereal folk I sing. |
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An eerie moon beckons me |
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Gnarled boughs whistle |
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Attuned to a magic wind, |
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Call of elder arts I hearken! |
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Rings of stones, Idols of crows |
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Whilst primordial wonders stir the air |
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Trees lively welcome me |
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In this mystical realm |
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Of eldritch sorcery and Faery runes. |
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Faery runes... |
