| Evening is falling, all still around me The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace
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| Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride
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| The unseen is watching from behind each stone and pine
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| Slowly the golden dise of the sun is setting
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| Beyond the rim of Nordland at the end of long day
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| Slowly the ominous dark descend upon all
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| Engulfing all land and heaven and the shore of Asa bay
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| Here lie the bones of our fathers long gone
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| Deep in the soil of these woods
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| Among these great trunks legends were born
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| Here many great battles stood
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| Trotting the trail, my stallion cautions
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| Present the spirits of foreverdark woods
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| We rest by the fire, the shadows come to life by its light
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| Three brothers, sons of white wolf, observed by the eyes of the night
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| Night is long where the sunlight is pale
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| The fear is strong when you ride in the dawn
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| Down foreverdark woods trail
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| Heavy the turf, bone meal and blood
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| Raise high you pine towards shy
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| Firm in the soil, tree trunks of gods
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| Like dragon ship masts straight and high
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| Reaching the glade, ride on to Asa bay
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| Watched by the spirits of foreverdark woods |