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Summoning - Land Of The Dead |
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Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I can! |
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Who can tell you the age of the moon, but I can! |
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Who can call the fish from the depths of the see, yes I can! |
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Who can change the shapes of the hills and the headlands, I can! |
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I have been a sword in the hand, |
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I have been a shield in a fight, |
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I have been the string of a harp, |
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I can shift my shape like a god. |
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I have been a sword in the hand, |
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I have been a shield in a fight, |
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I have been the string of a harp, |
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I can shift my shape like a god. |
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Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed |
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Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare |
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By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and |
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Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain. |
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Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed |
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Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare |
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By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and |
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Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain. |
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Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed |
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Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare |
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By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and |
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Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain. |
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Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed |
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Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare |
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By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and |
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Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain. |
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Who can find you clear springs of waters, but I can! |
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Who can tell you the age of the moon, but I can! |
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Who can call the fish from the depths of the see, yes I can! |
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Who can change the shapes of the hills and the headlands, I can! |
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I have been a sword in the hand, |
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I have been a shield in a fight, |
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I have been the string of a harp, |
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I can shift my shape like a god. |
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I have been a sword in the hand, |
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I have been a shield in a fight, |
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I have been the string of a harp, |
|
I can shift my shape like a god. |
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Farewell, leave the shore to an ocean wide and untamed |
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Hold your shield high, let the wind bring your enemy your nightmare |
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By the bane of my blade, a mighty spell is made and |
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Far beyond the battle blood shall fall like a hard rain. |
