In a dark wood with cold lakes
A place where master of the world's
Fire doesn't get
In the darkest great
Night of the time
And they gathered
And became the house of the dead
Sons of time's power
Sons of the powerful sons
We stand in the black circle.
A place where master of the world's
Fire doesn't get
In the darkest great
Night of the time
And they gathered
And became the house of the dead
Sons of time's power
Sons of the powerful sons
We stand in the black circle.
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