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Behind trees the spirits hide their souls
when they at night join shades
for a ride with the winds
to hunt traces of the once-blood dried souls
which thorns the flowers in folden hands
and count the countless victims that fade
into the dance of shades, among trees

When the flames reach the spectral frontier
nor the loss of darkness bring forth the light
to avoid the sight of this throne of night
lay down to wait for the kings to crawl
and to stear in the air where the owles fly away
where the emperors of night conquer the blackened sky

And like flowers fold out
their sharp claws get enshrined
sharp as nails of a witch,
they thorn my face like a blaze

To escape the dawn and to hunt the sunset
the ravens fly above in a circle of joining mist
as we once enthroned new kings with a curse
......Carved by Raven Claws......

After the battle from dusk to dawn
the science of ancient books are used to heal
and not to deny the truth,
and in the front of a king shall kneel

When the flames reach the spectral frontier
nor the loss of darkness bring forth the light
to avoid the sight of this throne of night
lay down to wait for the kings to crawl
and to stear in the air where the owles fly away
where the emperors of night conquer the blackened sky

To escape the dawn and to hunt the sunset
the ravens fly above in a circle of joining mist
as we once enthroned new kings with a curse
......Carved by Raven Claws......

And like flowers fold out
their sharp claws get enshrined
......sharp as nails of a witch......

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