| Once when we were returning from a battle
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| We got lost in a gloomy forest
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| In the middle of the woods
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| We saw an old house
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| With tired minds we knocked
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| The door very loudly
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| Old woman opened the wooden door
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| She asked us to come in with kind words
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| From her pot arose a scent so weird
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| Stunning and bitter but very summoning
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| Bring me a magic potion
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| It will heal my aching wounds
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| A taste so bitter that makes
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| My bleeding soul feel so good
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| It will make us sing and dance
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| In our endless feast
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| Or it might even unleash the beast in me She filled out pints with that devil’s beverage
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| And served another round with a hideous grin
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| The world was spinning in a new light I saw
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| Everything and everyone was singing this song
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| With nature, trolls and the spirits of the forest
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| We are one; |
| let our singing rise up into the stars
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| The witch’s magic drum was still beating hard
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| When a goblin brought me a new pint and together we roared
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| Drink and dance!
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| People of the forest sing with us!
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| Who wants to brawl with me?
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| Who can shape a kantele from a pike’s jaw?
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| Like the great one once did
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| Close your eyes
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| Calm your mind and drift away from the pain
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| Beyond dreams
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| Into the depths of the cauldron
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| Like a rain it falls
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| And mirrors nature’s healing powers
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| Surrender this time
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| And relief you shall find
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| Catcher of souls
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| Hunter of spirits
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| Grant us the final drop of the life’s elixir
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| I want to drown all my misery
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| Into the green trolls blood
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| And brown swamp drink
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| Fight against diminishing time
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| Burden of a solitary warrior’s life |