| Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra
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| Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem
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| My son, now listen what I say:
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| Keep in mind what you have learned
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| Wrap your fingers 'round your sword
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| Maybe you will not return
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| Thousands that we once have been
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| Only a few are still here
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| I’ve to give this sacrifice…
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| … oh, the autumn brought us fear!
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| My life, my blood, my tears, my pain
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| I’m the guardener of thee
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| Through an axestrike I have lost
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| The ability to see
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| Now my child, your time hath come
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| Mercy — not with those you’ll harm
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| Wrap your fingers 'round your sword…
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| (And the ones we love will fall
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| Like autumn leaves
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| On these endless fields)
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| … as the horn sounds the alarm!
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| Und als der Sturm begann
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| Als Fleisch auf Eisen traf
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| Hell wie der Glocken Klang
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| Die Schreie derer, deren Glück versagt
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| Mit Wunden übersät
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| Der Eichenhain ihm Schutze bot
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| Wie die Legende sagt
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| War dies des Vaters sich’rer Tod
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| Now that all silence was disturbed
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| The Ground, as red as autumn leafs
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| Father Frost, the last they feel
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| On these mighty, endless fields
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| Quando coeli movendi sunt et terra
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| Dum veneris judicare saeculum per ignem
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| Hush hush, my child
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| Mother death is your bride
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| If you listen her song you will follow
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| So better beware
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| Let your senses take care
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| Your innocent mind will be hallowed
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| A step in the dark
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| (Miserere Dominus)
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| A secret to hide
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| (Rex tremendae majestatis)
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| A legend to tell
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| (Libera eas)
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| Drowned in the waters of time
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| (Miserere Dominus)
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| A secret to hide
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| He holds
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| Wisdom of ancient times
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| A parchment with numbers and rhymes
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| Fear speaks the spell to survive
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| The circle of druids — alive!
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| They all gathered in the night
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| Within the torches light
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| As their slumber did awake
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| So I did wish a thousand times
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| Mother Death would come to me In her arms I will entwine
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| And I’m rising up to thee
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| Now my child, my time hath come
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| Mercy — not with those I’ll harm
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| I wrap my fingers 'round my sword…
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| … as their horn sounds the alarm!
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| Now the winter begins
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| On this endless fields |