| She robbed the moon from the sky
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| Derailed the sun off its course
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| Inside her mountain enchained the light
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| She took the wisdom for her own
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| The sun no longer shines on us
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| No silver moon reflects
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| The stars no longer give their light
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| To help us find our path
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| I’m thrown on barren wastelands
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| In feverish swamps I’m lost
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| I stagger through white-rimed lands
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| I drown in diseased black mire
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| I fight the forces, forces of dark and cold
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| Upon the witches I cast my spells
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| I strike with a sword, touch with a feather
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| And sing my song into the night
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| Beyond the heaven, the highest one
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| The god supreme smites with his sword
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| Into the sea falls fiery star
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| A pike of deep swallows the spark
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| I fight the forces, forces of dark and cold
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| I strike with a sword, touch with a feather
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| Skyforger, come to my aid
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| The Magicsmith, by my side
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| Daughter of creation
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| The tiny man from the sea
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| I fight the forces, forces of dark and cold
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| Upon the witches I cast my spells
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| I strike with a sword, touch with a feather
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| And sing my song into the night
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| Ilmatar the ancient
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| Mighty ocean-dwarf
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| Skyforger by my side
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| Thunder and lightning
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| We find the hidden moon
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| Release the mountain-bound
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| We light the wisdom of the heart
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| The sun dawns anew
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| The sun dawns anew
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| The sun dawns anew
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| The sun dawns anew |