| Red sparks fill the sky
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| And they fall to the earth on fire
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| The bright stars fade away
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| And the moon is turning to red
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| The dark woods of the valley
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| Whisper stories of an old witch
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| Living on the great hill
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| Covered with ice and snow
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| The strongest soul above them all
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| Start to sing the poem of force
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| To beat the evil, to beat the night
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| The troll drum from the dawn of time
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| Build by a shaman from the northlands
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| Breaks the eternal chains of sleep
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| The old witch hears the silence
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| She sees the village enchanted
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| By the power of her magic
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| Gathered from the mists of the dark
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| The everlasting winter is
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| Draining the power of the people
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| She feels it in her veins…
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| And another one falls asleep
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| «My holy ancestors, hear my voice
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| Bless this final fight
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| Raise this verse to the secret place
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| Where dead birds fly»
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| I can feel my ancestors to join me and my soul
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| I feel their power inside me
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| I can hear the rhythm of my troll drum
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| And how it shakes the earth
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| I can see the sun rise after all these years
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| The golden sun rays
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| And the spell is starting to fade away…
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| To fade away…
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| So fell the black witch
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| And she froze to ice forever
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| So came the mighty wind
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| And blew to the dark red sky
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| Remains of the evil
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| Were spread by the north wind
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| And they formed into bright northern lights
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| The strongest soul above them all
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| Started to sing the poem of force
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| To beat the evil, to beat the night
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| The troll drum from the dawn of time
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| Build by a shaman from the northlands
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| Broke the eternal chains of sleep |