| When doors lie open at halloween
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| On glimmering hills and lands unseen
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| The oldest of all that the world gave birth
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| Ride again through the hills of earth
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| Chorus:
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| Out of the darkness
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| On the road where the dead years run
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| Cold as moonlight
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| Terrible as the sun
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| Long before the word was spoken
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| Moon scarred or promise broken
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| From dust before the first day’s sun
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| The children of the twilight come
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| (Chorus)
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| When the great stones rose on the windy plain
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| And the corn-mother sang for the springing grain
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| They (??) on the hill
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| The grey host rode and it’s riding still
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| (Chorus)
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| When the eagles came with their wings outspread
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| And the hard roads rang to the legion’s tread
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| The war ran straight from coast to coast
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| Under the starlights rode the host
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| (Chorus)
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| When they came from the north with their axe and plow
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| And the one-eyed god hung from the bough
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| Nine knights between the earth and sky
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| He saw the host come riding by
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| (Chorus)
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| When clamoring bells and chanting priests
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| Proclaimed the dead god from the east
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| And churches rose on every hand
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| Still the grey host rode the land
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| (Chorus)
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| When gold was gone and labor cheap
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| And they herded men like dogs herd sheep
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| Through furnace, glair and smokey mill
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| The grey host rode and it’s riding still
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| (Chorus)
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| Through towered blocks and littered streets
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| Where sirens wail and buses sleep
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| Where hope lives god only knows
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| For the gods died long ago
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| Still the grey host rides through the dead of night
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| And the cities are shadow to their sight
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| For beyond the mist of centuries
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| Still shine the stars and the ancient trees
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| Out of the darkness |