Dark is the seed that grows from the ground
Light is its harvest for death you are bound
Time or life.
Death and darkness.
He calls awaiting me, his time has come.
He has come taken the light from his soul.
He's callin' from his hill.
And callin' to his Lord.
and darkness will take you.
And darkness will take you away.
Light is its harvest for death you are bound
Time or life.
Death and darkness.
He calls awaiting me, his time has come.
He has come taken the light from his soul.
He's callin' from his hill.
And callin' to his Lord.
and darkness will take you.
And darkness will take you away.
His master awaits you.
From the hillside he calls you.
Lord of the Blackfields.
His master awaits you,
Lord of the Blackfields.
His master awaits you,
Lord of the Blackfields.
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