Stormcircle
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Following the voice
A destinated choise
Where the ancients left
Their flaming marks
Under the wings of the everdark
Invisible all seeing
We'll greet the storm
To the circle of dragenthrone
We'll go at one
Oath that lies in blood wisdom passes forth
When winter plays it's cruel game
Hail the storm in Cirions name
We call forth the ancient spirits
Gods of forgotten times
Elder kings, unhuman kind
Dragongods, hear their roar in the storm!
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