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30 lines
1015 B
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The silvern light, a stannite glow
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The primal night of the darkened vault
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Under the welkin dark, solemn chants will soar
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The immemorial, songs of the wise
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To declare the rise of the night-born
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Of glinting dew and susurrant winds
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Of a vibrant dawn, long foreshown
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And your pristine face pours down crystal rays
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Caressed by your velvet touch, as we dance through the night
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One last silver kiss, as the ancient song falls silent
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The wolves from Antumnos come bearing heritage divine
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In stannic pearls, the light pours over the rock-grey coats of the proud
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Your radiance crystalline, heralds the ancient words
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Resounding high and clear from the Otherworld
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To declare the rise of the night-born
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In this night we dance, glory to the nameless one
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Atir aissom atir imon
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Caressed by your velvet touch, as we dance through the night
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One last silver kiss, as the ancient song falls silent
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One last silver kiss before the last string decays
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Name The Silver Sister
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Artist Eluveitie
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Album Origins
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