| As the leaved turn to rust in the crimson decay of autumn
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| After the summer rot the chill starts to set in
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| The storms start to brew and the rolling thunder in the distance echos through
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| my soul…
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| These times I feel at peace and at one with all
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| Away from the insects, worms and societal sheep
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| Alone and lost in time
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| The night falls and the sound of the rain mesmerizes my being
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| I close my eyes and get taken back into another era
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| The fire burns through the night and as the sun rises
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| I awaken to the sounds of battle
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| The ravens circle the fallen
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| The dead cannot be mourned
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| As the blood is still slowing
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| The stench of death intoxicates my nostrils
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| Steel against steel in a time of honour
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| This is where my heart belongs
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| This is where I want to be |