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High a mountain standing tall, invites to holy halls

And figures in the night, o, so blurry yet so bright

The fire of the soul keeps burning as we crawl

Through deep woods in our sight we aim for unseen hights

The moon stood high and the fog arose

From the glades and hills so tall

Our torches led us through the night

And forgotten paths unfolded

Unfolded

From battles worn yet standing strong

Our aim so clear in sight

We were marching on the stony roads

Our forebears left behind

Behind

Through roots and woods

And the thick dark moors

And mountains steep and tall

Past the old wise stones

Through the heart of the forest

Where a tawny owl would call

We were fighting on

Until the day dawned bright

And the morning shun so light

Past the stars of old

Over hills untold

And through deep dark woods at night