| The moon is rising next to the wolf’s side
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| Gracefully the silent companion greets me
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| Under its blazing silver light
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| I walk alone yet again
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| Under its blazing silver light
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| I sing my song to the night
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| With the shadowy nights of the Earth I ride
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| Below, above, between — never to be seen
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| I sing my song to the night
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| The song of the black rain
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| Under its blazing silver light
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| I sing my song to the night
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| The oblivious man say the path I walk
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| Has a mark of death’s battalions
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| They say you could hear the roar of thousand lions
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| And see how the beasts become prey
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| (And how men fall to thir graves)
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| The path I walk is of fire and watr, thus hark!
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| Within my heart rage the Devil’s legions
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| It is He, the Prince of Serpents, through all the aeons
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| Who once again tides the world with His tongues of grey
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| Our Father of nine forgotten names
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| Under its blazing silver light
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| I sing my song to the night
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| See how the beasts become prey
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| And how men fall to their graves
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| Tide the world with Thy tongues of grey
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| Our Father of nine forgotten names
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| Under its blazing silver light
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| I sing my song to the night |