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Artista: Cult Of Luna Heed the capercaillies' call A premonition of an oncoming war Leave behind all that you hold inside The howls get stronger, they are coming Wicked is the atmosphere Ungodly is this swell Our bodies explode in true emotions Let the beacon fires burn This night is ours A maternal light illuminates these last moments Far above the truth, we find and we all return to hell
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