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Orgy of silence, conspiracy of peace. |
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Only the sound of the cold northern breeze. |
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Twinsun sink fading behind the black lake. |
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Asleep is the mountains, yet the night is awake. |
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Strange is the night. |
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Now black stars rise. |
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And many Moons circle through silent the night. [Guitar solo] |
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Along the black mountainside, scattered by the campfires awaiting the dawn. |
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Two times a hundred men in battles. |
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Tried by the steel in the arrow, axe and the sword. |
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By battle worn, hunger torn, awaiting for the |
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Sun to break through the cold haze and for the banners of |
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Ebal to appear on the hill in the |
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Sun's first warm rays. |
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The elder among the men looked deep into the fire and spoke loud with pride. |
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Tomorrow is a fine day to die. [Guitar solo] |
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Now the morning advance from far |
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East. Now the |
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Sun breaks through dustclouds and haze. |
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Now a forest of spears appears on the hill and steel shines bright in the |
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Sun's first rays. [Guitar solo] |
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Die. Die. |
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Die. |
