| Whispering of the trees
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| And nightbird’s wistful song
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| My heart is growing still
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| The silent warriors arise
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| From beneath the shadows blue
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| From behind the shrouded veil
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| The ghosts step in front of me
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| The silent ones creep through me
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| They run beneath the stars
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| They rush on the road of night
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| They glide on the glass of time
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| They ride on a pale and frozen lake
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| Arise, the silent warriors arise
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| Arise, from the black soil
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| Arise, from the nightbird’s song and screams
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| From the solar winds of my soul
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| From the moonlit matter of my bones
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| From shivering of my flesh
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| From leaden weights of my memory
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| The ghost of time are born
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| Step forth the immortals
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| Emerge the envoys of the depths
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| Silently the warriors arise |