| We set forth, a retinue with steed and cart
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| So we roved the land stealthily
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| We sallied out to find new shores
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| As the passage led
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| Set sail, ye hearts into the sea of hope
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| The druid blessed this mount foreseen
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| We grudged no pains, we faced distress
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| Yet a glowing wick kindles fire…
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| Alike, a liminal place, a dormant beacon we faced
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| The haven foretold a fortress of ages to come
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| At the rise of a new dawn, woke the daughter of the sun
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| Wafted on black wings, vastly soaring boding skies
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| We followed the rites of old
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| As we took out the ordained new land
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| We held our breath as the skies got black
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| And a storm arose, a swarm of crows
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| Lo and behold! |
| The black birds branched out
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| A circle wide in the riven skies
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| They lined the nemeton of the fulgent hill
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| And again, and again, and again the presage witnessed
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| Alike, a liminal place, a dormant beacon we faced
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| The haven foretold a fortress of ages to come
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| Adiantunne ni exverti
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| Adiantunne ni nappisetu
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| Adiantunne ni exverti
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| Adiantunne ni nappisetu
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| At the rise of a new dawn, woke the daughter of the sun
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| Wafted on black wings, vastly soaring boding skies
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| At the rise of a new dawn, woke the daughter of the sun
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| Wafted on black wings, vastly soaring boding skies |