a roamer seeking serenity wounded by the claws of beasts to the shade, to the shelter of the woods the song of our fathers echoes the gore of battle follows knocking on our doors onto the shores, over the waters the song of our fathers echoes so brief the earthly journey yet no need for fear beyond the seas, to the end of time the song of our fathers echoes
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