| Beautiful and still is the night
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| Camouflage coated draped in black and grey
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| Oh these chants will come full circle
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| Under this my bloodlit moon
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| A procession of stars across a northern sky
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| The snow is as cold as it comes
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| With stealth we charge we brave
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| Embrace our faith and purge empty days
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| In the company of wolves and blazing winds
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| Where reason stops and heart begins
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| There’s a gem just below the fire
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| Fixed in black and symbols of desire
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| And a craving to sort you out
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| To cast you out into very darkness (I promise)
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| A nighttime whisper clandestine
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| The nature of secrecy and disillusioned in between
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| Beautiful and still is the night
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| Camouflage coathed harbouring will
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| Always on course over the mists of night
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| Always on course over the mists of time
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| Always on course over the mists of night
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| Always on course over the mists of life |