| A wind cries through the night
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| As if to mourn to the dead
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| Not a friend to say goodbye
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| Now my journey lies ahead
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| Outside in the foggy night
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| A carriage waits for me
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| The coachman is dressed in black
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| But his face I cannot see
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| The shadows in the dark
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| Watch us as we fare
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| Into the depths of night
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| In a moonlit glare
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| I turn my collar up
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| And grab my cape so tight
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| Cold breath on my lips
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| As we ride into the night
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| A night that falls darker than before
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| In a land shrouded in ancient lore
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| Darkness is calling, I shall not ignore
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| Who I once was I am no more
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| Hazy mounds and deathlike mist
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| I cross the unknown, endless bridge
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| Ghostly hands lead through the moors
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| Time will unlock these ancient doors
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| From a place devoid of light
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| The Iele call my name
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| Their singing wreaks my mind
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| My death their only aim
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| Their song cuts like a knife
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| Into this mortal flesh
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| The coachman’s cold visage
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| Now grins at me like death
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| The carriage is guided by howling hounds
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| A ghostly wailing keeps me spellbound
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| And the horses race across the ground
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| But their hooves do not make a sound
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| Hazy mounds and deathlike mist
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| I cross the unknown, endless bridge
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| Ghostly hands lead through the moors
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| Beyond the great vast forest
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| Time will unlock these ancient doors
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| A tall figure in the mist
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| Points his finger at me
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| To guide me through the night
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| And what will never be
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| Shrouded realm of mystery
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| That shall welcome us all
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| A vision of infinity
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| And a thousand funerals |