| Heede the chante of the foreste, I feele his breathe in the wistful wynde
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| «Threefolde-three nights on the tree…», I seek his gaze in the well of Wyrd
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| Don’t query the signes, don’t question thy sanity
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| But knowe what thou wielde, compassion or steele, you’ll threefolde receive…
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| We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One
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| We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine
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| We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One
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| And our queste hath only just begun… We will returne
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| They tamper’d with places of powere, Usurper’s shrine in our sacred hills
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| Unbroken we stande like the will of the lande, oh beware thy reckoninge…
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| Oh followe the trothe, the weave of our destiny
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| But knowe what thou wielde, compassion or steele, you’ll threefolde recieve…
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| We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One
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| We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine
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| There will be a seconde cominge of the elder waye
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| And our queste hath only just begun… We will returne
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| «Once more we shalle awaken his voice
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| And knowe it more truly than e’er before
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| Conqure the worlde from inside thyselfe
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| And his whisper becometh a thunderinge roar»
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| Threefolde-three worldes of the tree
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| Three for the Norns weavinge thy Wyrd
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| Threefold-three nights on the tree
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| Knowe what thou wielde, you threefolde receive…
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| We will returne to the culte of the Anciente One
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| We have awaken the Lorde of the Slaine
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| We will returne to the culte of the One-ey'd One
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| And our queste hath only just begun… We will returne |