| Crack of thunder, sound of rain across the endless fields
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| as we speed towards the night upon a steed that never yields
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| Black as the night, swift as the wind and eyes of emerald green
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| In restless flight our journey takes us further east
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| The seventh day we reach the west trail
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| through the Nethermoor
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| guides us through the mist
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| Across the river past the grey stones of Ne’anthor, stars shine our way
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| Journey into far away
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| and to forgotten lands
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| and here by my side
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| she will ride there with me To the home of her kind
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| I see creatures from old stories I thought make believe
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| Crawling in the shades with thousand eyes they gaze upon me She lifts her head up like she senses unseen enemies
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| In the black of night a shadow watches over me On the second moon we set out east for Val’inthor
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| Where her kindred dwell
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| We pass the mighty ruined citadels of ancient lore
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| The moon lights our way
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| Journey into far away
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| and to forgotten lands
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| and here by my side
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| she will ride there with me To the home of her kind
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| Ghostly specters, faded wanderers that gone before
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| reveals the passage through the river to the northern shore
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| Something dwells within the dark I sense we’re not alone
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| though I know it cannot pass beyond the warding stones
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| before the break of fall we stand before the sacred realm
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| where her kindred dwell
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| we make camp in crumbling temples by the raging ford
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| light shine our way
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| Journey into far away
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| and to forgotten lands
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| and here by my side
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| she will ride there with me She’s the queen of her kind |