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White Skull
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From The Mist
The moon shines high from the top of the hill* A white curtain rises Spirits are calling as the old man stands still Waiting for the crimson light
Feeling the presence of a power supreme Becoming aware of the secrets Lying away from the human sight
The night, the forest The last caress for The old man waiting for the mist Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Ancients calling, tribes united Annwn is the otherworld
Fingers like iced branches Clenching the sword The last battle is lost A look to the village A prayer for the sons Dana's calling your name
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