| On white fields the hate still rages on Where does it’s endless force come from?
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| It runs amok in great greed
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| When flesh is weak
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| And desire dark
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| Hear the sighing of a bleeding world
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| Hear the sighing of a bleeding world
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| The howling arrows skim on white fields
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| Hunting down the prey of night
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| Cutting sore wounds in many shields
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| In a dream of life there’s (only) death in sight
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| A crimson snowdrift before us A rimy forest behind
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| Life’s a prisoner of the underworld
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| The chasing anger is gaining
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| It’s passage can’t be prevented
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| The stare of the heaven’s star is cold
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| A dimly visible horizon
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| The northern sky ablaze
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| A crowd of fate
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| Roaming in the haze
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| On the road to doom,
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| Not victory
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| The path of gore and frost
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| We step upon a trail of misery
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| The howling arrows skim on white fields
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| Hunting down the prey of night
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| Cutting sore wounds in many shields
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| In a dream of life there’s (only) death in sight
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| The howling arrows skim on white fields
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| Hunting down the prey of night
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| Cutting sore wounds in many shields
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| In a dream of life there’s (only) death in sight |