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The faithful drift away
Faraway to the fields
To the lost realities
And high they fly
They scream and die
By the touch of morality
Simple they realize
You are fading
Underneath the stars
The universe
Is falling apart
In to your eyes
The mind is clear
From constants
From any kind
Of fear
Leave now don’t look back
They taste the innocent ones
They can talked you in
Changing form
Leaving places
And spinning worlds
The moon is real
By the power of the god
The wild the sea
The trees the paganism
But I'm a Viking
I fight through you
To break the spell
The black spell that bond
My ship
And takes my thoughts
Buried them in the sand
And the sand
Will stay there till the tide
Wash them away
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