Oh so sweet sounds the name rolling through the hills
far over mountains rather old
fainting at the break of day
the pines are tossing side to side
in the distant glimmers a dimming light
dying as a moment went by
where have we been
where must we go
how far will our fate let us flee
the fire will grow blazed with light
and eat everything alive
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