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Black Shadows
Bard Pjct
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Bard Pjct — Black Shadows
Black shadows falling, long shadows crawling.
Lost in the woods where the wrong paths are calling.
Guard your soul safe while inside it remains.
Sunlight has died, and the cold wind complains.
Blind hag, the moon gazes down from on high.
Who has the answer to what she seeks?
Why? Keep the hearth fire burning bright.
Shield your eyes against the night.
For when the phantom horn is blown,
the forest claims what is its own.
Listen not to whispers call.
Listen, to the dark you fall.
Deep in the forest, she watches over me.
Up in the heavens, as sad as can be.
Moon borrows light from the sun for her glow.
A sly phantom wolf howls in woodland below.
He is condemned till the end of his days.
Singing his songs in the old moon's cold rays.
Keep the hearth fire burning bright.
Shield your eyes against the night.
For when the phantom horn is blown,
the forest claims what is its own.
Listen not to whispers call.
Listen, to the dark you fall.
Keep the hearth fire burning bright.
Shield your eyes against the night Against the night.
For when the phantom horn is blown, the forest claims what is its own.
Listen not to whispers' call,
lest into the dark you fall.
Lost in the woods where the wrong paths are calling.
Guard your soul safe while inside it remains.
Sunlight has died, and the cold wind complains.
Blind hag, the moon gazes down from on high.
Who has the answer to what she seeks?
Why? Keep the hearth fire burning bright.
Shield your eyes against the night.
For when the phantom horn is blown,
the forest claims what is its own.
Listen not to whispers call.
Listen, to the dark you fall.
Deep in the forest, she watches over me.
Up in the heavens, as sad as can be.
Moon borrows light from the sun for her glow.
A sly phantom wolf howls in woodland below.
He is condemned till the end of his days.
Singing his songs in the old moon's cold rays.
Keep the hearth fire burning bright.
Shield your eyes against the night.
For when the phantom horn is blown,
the forest claims what is its own.
Listen not to whispers call.
Listen, to the dark you fall.
Keep the hearth fire burning bright.
Shield your eyes against the night Against the night.
For when the phantom horn is blown, the forest claims what is its own.
Listen not to whispers' call,
lest into the dark you fall.
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