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Gone are the nights of yore

hunting armed with our sorcerous lore

gone are the feasts of hall

since the fortress was rendered to fall

brought to his knees each man

to arise and defy gods again

soul in or weakened frames

still dreams boldly of ashes and flames

troughout the passing moons

we're still faithful to forests and runes

longing to sleep we pray

sleep with fire and no more with clay

Gone are the nights of yore

hunting armed with our sorcerous lore

gone the feasts of hall

since the fortress was rendered to fall

brought to knees each man

to arise and defy gods again

in our weakened frames

soul dreams boldly of ashes and flames

through the passing moons

we're still faithful to forests and runes

for sleep we pray

sleep with fire and no more with clay