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We've ventured through lands of wintering cold, where all is dead and nothing grows

We've fought in battles of bloody red, to protect the people of a land we fled

Our kin were slaughtered in the night, tortured and killed without a fight. Not many survived, we were forced to yearn but we swore to the gods one day we'd returned.

This path we followed this burden we bore, was all but filled with pain and sorrow. But sheild by side and sword held high, the moon will bring us a new tomorrow

Chorus:

On this night of the fullmoon we'll look to the sky, and know many have fallen and more will die

On this night of nights a song was sung to make certain that the battles is one

On this night the druid hath forseen a king upon a take n throne. On this night the men who took our land, there bodys do lie and there people do groan

On this night of the fullmoon will look to the sky and know many have fallen and more will die

This night is one to reclaim our land, the festival of the fullmoon

The men stand atop a hill, they gaze upon they're city in ruins. A fire burns were wealth once thrived, a cloud hangs over a people deprived. DOWN DOWN DOWN DOWN! down the hill we will charge and take back a city thats rightfully ours.

We cut our way through hordes of cowards, we cut of the heads of men as they pray.

The prophets of old, the druids of age have told storys of our great land. And now its ours and on this night the moon can be seen up high in the sky.

Chorus.