| Foreboding mountains, threatening skies
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| Beyond these walls of stone, our sacred homeland lies
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| Ten years have passed now, since we left home
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| The green hills of my country, soon my weary eyes shall see again
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| From the black mountain a cold wind blows
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| Standing stones along our path bear marks of ancient runes
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| Midst howling gales, the pounding of drums
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| Whispers turn to battlecries chaos soon will rise
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| Beneath black mountain we’re lead astray
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| Never to see our home again
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| Beneath black mountain our journey ends
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| Never to see our home again
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| Folk of the mountain, watching our desperate flock
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| Shadow and shapes are moving, twist trees and barren rock
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| Green feathered arrows take down the steeds
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| Thrown onto the ground, will journey to the island of the dead
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| Blessed by the old gods, sacred warrior hordes
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| Blue their painted faces, clash of bouncing (?) swords
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| Dark invocations grant an eldritch strength
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| Bloodshed for the blood god, dying in this godforsaken land
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| Led to black mountains into the caves
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| Never to see our home again
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| Living lay captive die in decay
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| Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved
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| Unspoken terrors lurk in the night
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| Chaos, doom and sacrifice await
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| Grotesque idols out of times before the light
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| Torture, death and slavery our fate
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| Led to black mountains into the caves
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| Never to see our home again
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| Living lay captive die in decay
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| Those not sacrificed forever be enslaved
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| Beneath black mountain we’re lead astray
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| Never to see our home again
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| Beneath black mountain our story ends
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| Never to see our home again |