| «Harken, o’kinsmen what I have to tell
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| The marsh realm is suffering from sinister spell
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| Come gather around the ember so bright
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| And listen to what has happened that night
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| Unknown paths to areas unseen
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| Surrounded by twilight, at heart kind of keen
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| Through tendrils like claws I made my way
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| Deities besides me tempting to stray
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| As I roamed through these woods of old
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| I felt there was something grim to unfold…»
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| Forlorn mortal now listen to my vow
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| An oath I swear as thy oldest foe
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| Just before the next full moon rise
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| We’ll celebrate thy tribe’s demise
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| For too long we’ve avoided a war
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| But now we’ll start it with barbaric roar
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| Fear the fall of the forthcoming night
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| Its end will be thy end alike!
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| O' powerful seer grant me thy charm
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| The rage of a bear that no one could harm
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| Ancient idols awake! |
| For I offer thee blood
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| Mortal lives I will take and drown them in mud!
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| With the sunset at the edge of the heel-stone
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| Let us summon by the marshland border
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| For the war god’s watching from his wood-throne
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| Thus we will obey this final order
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| Horror is mine… Bones I grind
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| The skull of thine… They won’t find
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| In my lair… My hidden cave
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| Thy despair! |
| My home — thy grave!
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| Blood gush I source — Bloodshed I force
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| «The only reason they left me alive
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| Is to announce that (at last) no one will survive
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| Beware of the shapes that in twilight creep
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| Grim omens that tell us we’re (already) in too deep…» |