| Halloween on the moors the moon burns full and bright
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| It seems we’ve been here before the fog creeps trough the night
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| Camped upon shining Tor we burn the Rowan fires
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| Hear the hunters horns this night
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| And it seems like England in the days of old
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| Oh the night is warm but I am cold
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| Oh from the fires of hell I hear the haunting cries
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| Eh reminding us of this night of nights
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| Oh these feelings come to me from deep inside
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| Eh the Hounds of Yeth lead the midnight ride
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| Oh as the energy sends shivers down my spine
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| Eh I see the cycles of my life
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| Oh can you ever tell fate from destiny
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| Eh this night both can set you free
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| The stars they shine so bright
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| A mystery we cannot light
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| The difference from wrong and right is forgotten tonight
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| So now we know for sure the hunt is on this night
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| Annwynn is really there and will be for all time
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| The spirits of the dead shall shall fly to Avalon
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| The yellow eyed hounds of Yeth howl on
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| And it seems like England in the days of old
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| Oh the night, the night is warm but i am cold
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| Oh from the fires of hell I hear the haunting cries
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| Eh reminding us of this night of nights
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| Oh these feelings come to me from deep inside
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| Eh the Hounds of Yeth lead the midnight ride
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| Oh as the energy sends shivers down my spine
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| Eh I see the cycles of my life
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| Oh can you ever tell fate from destiny
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| Eh this night both can you set free
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| Oh I do hear the cries inside my hazy head
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| Eh the Rowans fires summon up the dead
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| Oh the air is filled with horns of warriors bold
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| Eh they ride the sky searching for lost souls
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| Halloween in the moors here on shining Tor
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| Halloween in the moors here on shining Tor
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| Halloween in the moors here on shining Tour
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| Halloween
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| Halloween
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| A night of conquest summoned
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| But this we did not know
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| We fly on demon horses
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| Collecting all lost souls
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| The winds of mighty Annywinn
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| Blow in from coast to coast
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| The hounds of yeth are calling
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| To all the wandering souls
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| Some souls are lost forever
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| But some still have a chance
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| To ride with ancient warlords
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| Across these blessed lands
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| The Rowan Fires are burning
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| The Hounds of Wyeth lead on
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| The wild hunt has opened
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| The gates of Avalon |