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Orgy of silence |
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Conspiracy of peace |
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Only the master |
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Of the cold northern breeze |
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Twinsun sink fading |
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Behind the black lake |
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Asleep is the mountains |
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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 |
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Through silent the night |
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Along the black mountainside |
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Scattered |
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By the campfires |
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Awaiting the dawn |
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Two times a hundred men |
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In battles |
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Tried by the steel in the arrow |
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Axe and the sword |
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By battle worn hunger torn awaitening |
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For the sun to break through the cold haze |
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And for the banners of |
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Ebal to appear |
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On the hill in the sun's first warm rays |
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The elder among the men |
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Looked deep into |
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The fire and spoke loud with pride |
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Tomorrow is a fine day to die |
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Now the morning advance from far east |
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Now the sun breaks through dustclouds and haze |
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Now a forest of spears appears on the hill |
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And the steel shines bright in the sun's first rays |
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Die Die Die |