| The Queen of Light took her bow and then she turned to go
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| The Prince of Peace embraced the gloom and walked the night alone
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| Oh, dance in the dark night, sing to the morning light
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| The Dark Lord rides in force tonight, and time will tell us all
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| Oh, throw down your plow and hoe, race now to my bow
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| Side by side we wait the might, of the darkest of them all
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| I hear the horses thunder down in the valley below
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| I’m waiting for the angels of Avalon, waiting for the eastern glow
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| The apples of the valley hold the seeds of happiness
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| The ground is rich from tender care, which they do not forget, no, no
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| Dance in the dark night, sing to the morning light
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| The apples turn to brown and black, the tyrant’s face is red
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| Oh, war is the common cry, pick up your swords and fly
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| The sky is filled with good and bad, mortals never know
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| Oh well, the night is long, the beads of time pass slow
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| Tired eyes on the sunrise, waiting for the eastern glow
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| The pain of war cannot exceed the woe of aftermath
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| The drums will shake the castle wall, the Ringwraiths ride in black (ride on) |