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There's a candle in the window |
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Of the old tatch house |
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Mother said it was a beacon |
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On this night of the hunt |
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She sang softly |
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Of those who were gone |
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As she poured whiskey |
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On the stone near the heart |
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Howling beasts |
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And unearthly cries |
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One-eyed riders |
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Stones of skies |
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The windows started to shutter |
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Under the force of the wind |
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Whirling mysts became furies |
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Rolling clouds became wolves |
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Howling beasts |
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And unearthly cries |
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One-eyed riders |
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Stones of skies |
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Though i was young that night |
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Never once did i fear |
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I knew this ancestral spectre |
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Was wondering God |
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Known to our people forever |
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Giver of breath and life |
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I will gladly ride with Him |
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When it becomes my time |
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Howling beasts |
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And unearthly cries |
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One-eyed riders |
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Stones of skies |
