| We take it for granted, ignore the old breed
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| Some tales of «The Others», warn that we’ll bleed
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| Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain
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| Their moaning sound — with might and main
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| Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight
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| The reborn nights — their raid begins
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| Down, on the knees, to the ground
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| When the pale men…
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| Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men rise!
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| They will come from the north, a gray mass of feet
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| Bloodlust their reason, murder is their greed
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| Like a silent stampede, an angry, morbid crowd
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| The invincible army, their advance gives no sound
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| Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain
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| Their moaning sound — with might and main
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| Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight
|
| The reborn nights — their raid begins
|
| Down, on the knees, to the ground
|
| When the pale men rise
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| Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men rise!
|
| We take it for granted, ignore the old breed
|
| Some tales of «The Others», warn that we’ll bleed
|
| Dusk, the sun is low, crusade of pain
|
| Their moaning sound — with might and main
|
| Dark, we fear at last, dawn of twilight
|
| The reborn nights — their raid begins
|
| Down, on the knees, to t he ground
|
| When the pale men rise
|
| Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men…
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| … on the knees, to the ground
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| When the pale men …
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| Shadows fall, the long night: when the dead men, dead men, dead men arise! |