| Tell me trees that seep the day
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| Show me the truth where our nature is bound
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| Their eyes stand still (The animist!)
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| Baptize me within your will
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| Make me part of your innate grace
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| By a mystical embrace
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| All you have done (All we have done)
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| All you’ve been fighting for
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| All you have known (Ruins of truth)
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| Is covered by falling dew
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| All that exists (Dangerous sins)
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| Drowning in ashes and mist
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| A rising thrill on your skin
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| Heralds, the end is near
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| You may pile gold
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| Until there’s nothing more
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| You shall fall
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| I will not follow you
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| Spilling out tears
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| For a nearsighted mind
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| I’m reborn here
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| Strong as the wolves' call
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| Free man’s native form once you belonged to this earth
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| The force that I feel in your voice grows when daylight fades
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| We are howls of
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| Praise to the night
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| Engraved in the falling darkness
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| Of the wolves' night
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| And if I die you won’t be afraid
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| Even a moon risen in fear will reveal
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| The bitter cold of the wolves' night
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| Run through the forest of the past as you know
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| Make sure no one can see you run alone
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| Run through the blanket of winter’s snow
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| You will guide your fate, do not ask for more
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| No return can’t you hear until we learn to see
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| Same old ghost, can’t you feel, slowly killing me
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| No more time now could halt the fall
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| How could we not hear the wolves' call
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| We are howls of
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| Praise to the night
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| Engraved in the falling darkness
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| Of the wolves' night
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| And if I die you won’t be afraid
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| Even a moon risen in fear will reveal
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| The bitter cold of the wolves' night
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| As long as I’ve chances to change the new world
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| With my life I’ll fight for the years to come
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| As long as I’ve chances to change the new world
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| With my life I’ll fight for the years to come
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| If I’ve chosen not to fight any more
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| If I deceive the father’s will with a storm of lies
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| Just to fill my eyes
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| Raising my sword as if all is lost
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| If I’ve chosen not to fight any more
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| If I deceive the father’s will with a storm of lies
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| Just to fill my eyes
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| Hiding my tears, the ancestors dream will fall
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| We are howls of
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| Praise to the night
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| Engraved in the falling darkness
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| Of the wolves' night
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| And if I die you won’t be afraid
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| Even a moon risen in fear will reveal
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| The bitter cold of the wolves' night |