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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Torchlight in utter darknessStarts licking wood with its deadly tongueIn
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, "He must be the root of all this miseryThe ladies,
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, The far northBetween the snowy fallsWe stand - we thinkThe
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, a forthcoming snowstorm I hearwhispering from the darkfreezing winds blow
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, In the eyes of the moon I see youThe face
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, dark red blood colours mea thick black cloud lies overblood
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Via the paths of the four windsThrough the icy valleys
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Up from the North we comeFrom the land of a
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, I wake up in shivers of coldOn a chilly sunny
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Sitting under a pineThe deep silence... unbroken aroundOne dark lakeSo
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Along time ago was this stone circle builtThe reason behind
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, He wandered through landscapes paintedGreen by forests and blue by
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Rape us the timeYou bring us this loving waveCrosses they
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Two eyes in darkness like two burning firesStill cold as
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, On the top of the Falconhill...I was standing surrounded by
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, One endless cold starHere I stand... followingThy dark spirit... thy
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, In the midst of the dead earth up through the
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Strenghtened bravemen heartsRide with the pale moonReach for the source
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Once in the silence of the woodsIn the shadows of
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, hear the funeral bells chimethe eve of our nocturnal feast
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, A peaceful town down by the lakeA cradle of goodness
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Amongst the coldNorthern mountainsHe travells...Wrapped in fursAnd armed with a
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, The battle of the giants was ragingThe Earth tried to
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, lead me through the nightblackness... the void covers mea dream
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Twenty years had passed, happiness fad come backOnly the painful
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Summer 1657A tailor's daughter in pain - bewitchedA healer had
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By Darkwoods My Betrot, Act I: The Death of BalderAutumn came to an endAnd