| From within the midst of the woods
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| Sings a pipe with a mystic tune
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| Whispering like an echo from beyond the ages
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| Softly whistle the pipes of pan
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| From the golden age before man
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| When wine and song flowed through the forest
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| From a void beyond the stars
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| Through gateways left unguarded
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| Now somewhat strange folk arriveth
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| And of the prophecies once been told
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| The greatest one unfolds
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| As the gods of the ancient world
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| Unite to reclaim their thrones!
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| As is told in a book of mine
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| Constellations shift in the sky
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| A portal shall open in the heavens
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| All lords of heathen might
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| Will arrive side by side
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| From Ukko to Chernobog and Ra
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| Marching through the stars they return to conquer
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| «And from the depths of the abyss
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| An order will rise to be carried out by the heathen congregation.»
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| «Soon your powerless gods will be cast aside
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| As the war drums pound under a red sky
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| An ancient chill whispers the coming of a new way
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| Dark shadows crawl to silence the cries of our easy prey»
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| With the keys to all ancient lore
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| Riding in on a 1000 storms
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| With the wrath they raise the fiercest of armies:
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| Creatures of a sick diabolical breed
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| The very spawn of demon’s seed
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| Clad in iron and shimmering steel
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| Bearing standards of fire
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| Dressed for war |