| Before him in an aura of light appeared a being not of human breed
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| Pale as death, with eyes as dark as those of midnight ravens
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| In visions he now saw the ancient one… enraged
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| The being spoke in a tongue unknown to him
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| But its aura was veiled in pride
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| Days of wisdom were to come to him and his tribe
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| Those not lured to weakness… by light
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| (Voice of the old one:)
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| «Moonlight bright embrace thee
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| Forever she caresses thee
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| Free you eternally
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| Fear not children so true at heart
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| Our powers shall protect thee»
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| Buried deep within the heart lie secrets of a distant past
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| The darkness in the old one’s eyes was not like that of man
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| Within them burned a hope. |
| What was hidden? |
| What wisdom did he hold?
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| A challenge for those of heathen blood… lords and kings
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| Only pride remained as darkness fell on soil from which he came
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| As the old one moved closer he could feel the presence of his soul
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| As that of nature itself
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| The flames in his eyes revealed a secret… of what was to be
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| (Voice of the old one:)
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| «There must and shall be blood
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| Pain until the last drop
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| As night itself will sweep the ground
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| That I place my feet free of purity ever after
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| Until the night once again sends its breed |