Moonrise fields of sorrow Our mighty fathers fell Mountains watches memories From a darkshining past Layed in frost Below a bleak sun Under icicled paths Mighty were the Fathers of norsemen And in us they shall return Shine for me Fields of sorrow Shine for me dread moon And make me Neverending snowfall Moonrise fields of sorrow [repeat] Layed in frost Below a bleak sun Under icicled paths Mighty were the Fathers of norsemen And in us they shall return
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