| Endless wilderness, silent might
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| Pagan holiness, northern lights
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| Breathing wilderness, savage land
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| Nature eminence, makes its stand
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| Dense fog comes creeping down the hill
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| Damping all sound in dewy chill
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| The view sweeps over endless woods
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| Green treetops covered by white hoods
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| A faint and distant drum beats dull
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| An earthy scent of forest mull
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| Arises from the mossy ground
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| Dark drums tell tribal tales' ominous sound
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| Endless wilderness, silent might
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| Pagan holiness, northern lights
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| Wild woodland meets the sky afar
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| Like pale light patches are its scars
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| A thousand lakes have cut those wounds
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| Within the green they shine like runes
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| The drums speed up as light descends
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| Sundown is near in savage lands
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| The Nordic sky with thunderclouds
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| Dark drums blend tribal screams of a wild crowd
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| Endless wilderness, silent might
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| Pagan holiness, northern lights
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| Breathing wilderness, savage land
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| Nature eminence, makes its stand
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| Tribes of the North, of the woods
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| Folk of the forest
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| Tales of the wilds, of the brave
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| Jointly chorused
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| Endless wilderness, silent might
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| Pagan holiness, northern lights
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| Breathing wilderness, savage land
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| Nature eminence, makes its stand
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| Endless wilderness, silent might
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| Pagan holiness, northern lights |