| The old gods call out to my soul
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| To enter their realm and behold
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| All glories of centuries passed
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| Forever they’ll last
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| Into the deep of the woods
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| Eternal
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| Not evil nor good
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| Sworn to the ancient elder ones
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| For me they’ve come
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| Their whisper it rings through the trees
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| It brought stronger men to their knees
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| Born blessed pagan
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| I bow and gasp in awe
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| A whirlwind of force at palay
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| No mortal man could hold at bay
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| Wherever these spirits move
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| I will hunt with them
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| Bound
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| Gods and men
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| The old gods are part of my soul
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| My fate it is here and I know
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| Wherever I wander
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| I roam
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| I’m not alone
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| Their voices will carry me home |