| Dark Forest Trees over the Funeral,
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| All day the Army ride
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| They moved in deeper
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| So Dark that they weren’t even…
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| Too lead us passed this wicked Dense
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| I can fell the Presence of the Shadowthrone in the deepest Dark
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| When cold Winds Freeze
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| When Night came and dark Fog came over me Let that Horde come to me As they walk right by When all the Death is near
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| I wander eternally
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| Invincible Fog is near
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| We walk the Fields of War
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| The Cloak of the Moon it can slip all them through
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| And the Flame is the Wrath of his Sword |