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Nightwing has stirred, and taken to flight |
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The silence is over, he's shattered the night. |
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No other hunter has the power or the grace, |
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He is the master of this place. |
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Tell every creature of the night |
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The kill is around the bend. |
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So listen my friend |
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Nightwing flies again, oh, oh |
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They say he comes, for those whose souls are weak, |
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And call his name upon the wind. |
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The night is cold and thick with mystery |
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Oh I can feel his beating wings |
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Tell every creature of the night. Yes. |
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The kill is around the bend. |
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Nightwing flies again, oh. |
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Tell every creature of the night |
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The kill is around the bend. |
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Nightwing flies again. Yes, oh. |
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Nightwing has stirred, and taken to flight |
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The silence is over, he's shattered the night. |
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Life ain't for giving and forgivin' ain't free, |
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No soul will rest while the hunted run free. |
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So tell every creature of the night. Yes. |
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The kill is aroung the bend. |
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Ooh listen my friend |
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Nightwing flies again. |
