| I remember the dark woods, masking slopes of sombre hills
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| The grey clouds' leaden everlasting arch
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| The dusky streams that flowed without a sound
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| And the lone winds that whispered down the passes
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| Cimmeria, land of darkness and deep night
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| It was so long ago and far away
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| Cimmeria
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| It was a gloomy land that seemed to hold
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| All winds and clouds and dreams that sun the sun
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| With bare boughs rattling in the lonesome winds
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| And the dark woodlands brooding over all
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| Cimmeria, land of darkness and deep night
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| Cimmeria
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| Oh soul of mine, born out of shadowed hills
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| To clouds and winds and ghosts that shun the sun
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| How many deaths shall to break at last
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| This heritage which wraps me in the grey
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| Apparel of ghosts?
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| I search my heart and find Cimmeria
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| Land of darkness and the night
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| It was so long ago and far away
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| I have forgotten the very name men called me
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| I recall only the stillness of that sombre land
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| The clouds that piled forever on the hills
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| The dimness of the everlasting woods
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| Cimmeria, land of darkness and the night |