| Bad peace would send them forth
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| And no grace shall call them home again
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| If false reason has them driven too far
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| Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land
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| They close in from the hills
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| No covering of tracks
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| No ebbing of scents
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| For it sinned
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| Trespasser, malefactor, idolater
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| A pack of phantom predators
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| Lured by cold sweat
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| THANA-THAN-THANATHA
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| Jaws of the moor
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| Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey
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| Bad peace would send them forth
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| And no grace shall call them home again
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| If false reason has them driven too far
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| Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land
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| Maze domain meandered
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| The marsh is so full of voices
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| Down the moisture
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| Weighted bodies decay in mires
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| Phantom stirs…
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| Speaks of golden tragedies
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| Of exulting dispossession
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| Fleers at forfeited reincarnation
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| Oh jaws of the moor
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| Murmur in tongues of a myriad beasts of prey
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| Bad peace would send them forth
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| And no grace shall call them home again
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| If false reason has them driven too far
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| Fell the Kromlec’h Knell vibrate the land
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| Bad peace would send us forth
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| And no grace shall call us home again
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| The most decadent bad faith in God
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| Summons all tribes to hail your end
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| THAN-THANA-THANATA |