| Orgy of silence, conspiracy of peace
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| Only the sound of the cold northern breeze
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| Twinsun sink fading behind the black lake
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| Asleep is the mountains, yet the night is awake
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| Strange is the night. |
| Now black stars rise
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| And many Moons circle through silent the night
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| (Guitar solo)
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| Along the black mountainside, scattered
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| By the campfires awaiting the dawn
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| Two times a hundred men in battles
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| Tried by the steel in the arrow, axe and the sword
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| By battle worn, hunger torn, awaiting
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| For the Sun to break through the cold haze
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| And for the banners of Ebal to appear
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| On the hill in the Sun’s first warm rays
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| The elder among the men looked deep into
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| The fire and spoke loud with pride
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| Tomorrow is a fine day to die
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| (Guitar solo)
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| Now the morning advance from far East
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| Now the Sun breaks through dustclouds and haze
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| Now a forest of spears appears on the hill
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| And steel shines bright in the Sun’s first rays
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| (Guitar solo)
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| Die
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| Die
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| Die |