| I can sense a demon within carries your name
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| Oh Ethel, Dear Ethel
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| I’ll carry hurt to their divided hearts
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| Somebody died on that dark awful night
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| Somebody’s bound to bear the price
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| Unaware under a pale moonlight
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| The runes will wake blood sacrifice
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| The gods foreshadowed and the stars complied
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| A gift of potency on silent tides
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| A pact was written and in magic sealed
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| A power tool under a hood concealed
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| A lullaby for the fragile souls
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| For those who held the scene
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| A chant to those who pay the toll
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| What will be with what have been
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| Isa told of spells and moans
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| Othila traces plans unknown
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| Feoh spoke with its ancient tongue
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| As Alghiz hails the one
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m searching diamonds in the night
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| All the way across the firmament
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| Where stars paint fates aligned
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m luring gemstones in the light
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| Somebody died on that dark awful night
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| Somebody’s bound to bear the price
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| Unaware under a pale moonlight
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| The runes will wake blood sacrifice
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| Isa told of spells and moans
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| Othila traces plans unknown
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| Feoh spoke with its ancient tongue
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| As Alghiz hails the one
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m searching diamonds in the night
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| All the way across the firmament
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| Where stars paint fates aligned
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m luring gemstones in the light
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| And the wake of all their deeds
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| Will thrive and burn alight
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| I can sense a demon within — it carries your name
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| Oh Ethel, Dear Ethel
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| I’ll carry hurt to their divided hearts
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| I can sense a demon within — with blackened wings
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| They’re marching! |
| They’re marching!
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| I’ll carry hurt and rip their souls apart
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| They’re marching, they’re riding the sky vault
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| Towards their fate
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| Aligned they are marching, lone dark souls
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| To the gate (of Sauin)
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| Read the lines that no one reads
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| They are written everywhere
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| See the things that no one can see
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| Things that God forbids
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| There were runes can still be called
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| Under thirteen Moons of Fall
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| Magic, Spirits and a Sunset
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| Reader of the Runes
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m searching diamonds in the night
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| All the way across the firmament
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| Where stars paint fates aligned
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m luring gemstones in the light
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| And the wake of all their deeds
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| Will thrive and burn alight
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m searching diamonds in the night
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| All the way across the firmament
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| Where stars paint fates aligned
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| I’m the Reader of the Runes
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| I’m luring gemstones in the light
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| And the wake of all their deeds
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| Will thrive and burn alight |