| Urd |
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| There haunted lights of the world collide |
| These haunted places conjuring ghosts |
| Fields of the dead |
| Lighten the hosts of Urd |
| We call it my home |
| Bleeding out fables |
| Cast out the dead |
| It burns in my soul |
| My home |
| Vines rune the meadow, well out this cosmic hole |
