| In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky —
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| Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely and sailed them bristly in the same
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| shady sky
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| In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; |
| their martyrs never left —
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| 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, and 2000 lies have now been erased.
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| «WE'LL KNEEL TOWARDS THE FOYER WITH OUR PRECIOUS SALZ!
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| WE’LL SOUND WITH HORN, CLASH WITH WOOD, AND CLEAVE WITH CALLS!
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| WE’VE WHITTLED THE BLADES OF HALLSTATTIAN SWORDS!»
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| In order to see such a legacy fire burn with a past that turned;
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| Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded a casts of iarn-lestair.
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| Ioldnach has spied on this mystery yet he’s enkindled by the light —
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| With hues of argent lightning and ore of pure, the salt grants them mastery and
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| might.
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Bridge
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| HALLSTATT
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| AN SALAAN
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| AN BAS
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| «I see a battle; |
| I feel the warp-spasm!» |
| /Troid Warrior/
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| The poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt. |
| /Ioldnach/
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| «Nothing shall draw my eyes away…» /Troid Warrior/
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| His heart stirs atrociously now to think. |
| /Ioldnach/
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| «I convey the names to the planes of Destiny!» |
| /Troid Warrior/
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| The poised warrior seeks an ancient scat for the «Stone». |
| /Ioldnach/
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| «Wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!» |
| /Troid Warrior/
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| These acts of tale-telling dilate him yo hate. |
| /Ioldnach/
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| Repeat Bridge
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| Pre-Avouchment Of Parable
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| The young ones of Hallstatt, and the sky —
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| Silver-ilked spears have been whetted.
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| Vast hilts and sheeny «torgues of gold;»
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| Crafted from vanquished legacies.
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| Repeat Bridge
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| Avouchment Of Parable
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| «SPIRIT OF HORSEMEN AND SPIRIT OF IRON AGE ACCLAIM
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| THE FAME FOR 2000 CRYPTS AT HALLSTATT!!!»
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| …TO AN EMPTY HOME
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| Repeat 1st Verse & Chorus |