| Fearless fury battered and torn
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| Hoist thy head to the turbulent clouds in the sky
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| Where banshees play with solemn chord
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| Ballads to beckon the end
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| But through the mist blinding the ward
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| Thy sword wild to the winds of wretchedness signs
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| Thy heart beats in thy broken soul
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| The rage that haunts in the night
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| Bright-eyed raven
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| Hast thou taken flight?
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| Bright-eyed raven, Morrigan
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| Dwell no longer on this cold, cursed ground
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| No longer on this cursed ground
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| Corpses strewed by lonely hour
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| Scattered kinsmen in arms crawl to wage one last stand
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| To look the nemesis in the eye
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| Banish the beast back to hell
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| In battlefields of bleeding earth
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| E’re the ashen thieves stalking each somber bend
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| The dragon doused with poisonous war
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| Recoils before the dying star
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| Promises of glory
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| Thy warriors betrayed
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| Bludgeoned under sable wings
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| Yet best to die in struggle and strife
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| Then live in endless shade
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| Fearless fury battered and torn
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| Hoist thy head to the turbulent clouds in the sky
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| Where banshees play with solemn chord
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| Ballads to beckon the end |