| Midnight suns bid moors farewell, retreats from charging dusk
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| Mountains echo, curfews bell, signal ending tasks
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| They place their faith in oaken doors, cower in candlelight
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| The panic seeps through bloodstained floors as Grendel stalks the night
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| Earth rim walker seeks his meals
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| Prepare the funeral pyres
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| The shapers songs no longer heal the fear
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| Within their eyes, their eyes
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| Wooden figures, pagan gods, stare blindly cross the sea
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| Appeal for help from ocean fogs, for saviors born of dreams
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| They know their lives are forfeit now, priestly heads they bow in shame
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| They cannot face the trembling crowd that flinch in Grendel’s name
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| Earth rim walker seeks his meals
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| Prepare the funeral pyres
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| The shapers songs no longer heal the fear
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| Within their eyes, their eyes
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| Their eyes, their eyes, their eyes
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| As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere
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| Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar’s hall so clear
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| He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
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| His claws will drip with mortal blood as moonbeams haunt the sky
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| As Grendel leaves his mossy home beneath the stagnant mere
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| Along the forest path he roams to Hrothgar’s hall so clear
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| He knows that victory is secured, his charm will testify
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| His claws will drip with mortal blood, as moonbeams haunt the sky
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| Earth rim walker seeks his meals
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| Prepare the funeral pyres
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| The shapers songs no longer heal the fear
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| Within their hearts, within their hearts
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| Within their hearts, within their eyes
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| Silken membranes span his path, fingerprints in dew
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| Denizens of twilight lands humbly beg him through
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| Mother nature’s bastard child, shunned by leaf and stream
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| An alien in an alien land, seeks solace within dreams
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| The shapers lies his poisoned tongue malign with mocking harp
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| Beguiling queen, her innocence offends his icy heart
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| Hounds freeze in silence bewitched by the reptile spell
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| Sulfurous essence pervades 'round the grassy dell
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| Heorot awaits him like lamb to the butcher’s knife
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| Stellular heavens ignore even children’s cries
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| Screams are his music, lightning his guide
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| Raping the darkness, death by his side
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| Chants rise in terror, free round the oaken beams
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| Flickering firelight portraying the grisly scene
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| Warriors advance, prepare for the nightmare foe
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| Futile their sacrifice as even their hearts must know
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| Heroes delusions with feet in the grave
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| Lurker at the threshold
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| He cares not for the brave
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| He cares not for the brave
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| So you thought that your bolts and your locks would keep me out
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| You should have known better after all this time
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| You’re gonna pay in blood for all your vicious slander
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| With your ugly pale skins and your putrid blue eyes
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| Why should I feel pity when you kill your own and feel no shame?
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| God’s on my side, sure as hell, I’m gonna take no blame
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| I’m gonna take no blame, I’m goin' to take no blame
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| So you say you believe in all of mother nature’s laws
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| You lust for gold with your sharpened knives
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| Ooh, when your hoards are gathered and your enemies left to rot
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| You pray with your bloodstained hands at the feet of your pagan gods
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| Then you try to place the killers blade in my hand
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| You call for justice and distort the truth
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| Well, I’ve had enough of all your pretty, pretty speeches
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| Receive your punishment, expose your throats to my righteous claws
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| And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow, and let the blood flow
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| And let the blood flow, and let the blood flow
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| Let the blood flow, let the blood flow
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| Let the blood flow, let the blood flow, let the blood flow, flow, flow
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| Let the blood flow, let the blood flow
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| Let the blood flow, let the blood flow, flow, flow
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| Let the blood, let the blood, let the blood
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| Let the blood, let the blood, let the blood
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| Let the blood, let the blood, let the blood
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| Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow |