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letra de moonlight spell - trollgrad

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rise spirits rise, and descend from the skies
rise in the moonlight, kings of the tribes
rise with the wind as the thunder is growling
rise from the storms when the voices are calling

on the horizon, fire rings are burning
ambient spirits, dancing till the morning
legion of darkness falls down from heaven
rising in shadows, whispering to ravens

rising, rising – rising higher
rising, rising – from the fire

they rise in glory from ashes that have been buried
from dust and sacred fire, they’rе rising higher
no soul to spare, their gracе fulfilled the air
the magic seeds they’ve planted, reborn enchanted

blood runs cold as their wings unfold
by the silent spell through the voices of old
let them come and let them rise
from the clouds in the skies

voices, whispers, keep on chanting
till we’re blessed with magic lightning
northern dragons rise at sundown
casting shadows on the ground
fields on fire, watch them burn
as the moon begins to turn
in the opposite direction
so the dead can be reborn

rise from the burning realms of darkness
in the name of the sacred light
from the caves and frozen rivers
from the depth of eternal night
from the mist of northern forests
from the swamps of eastern lands
spirits rise and spread your wisdom
in the kingdoms, by our hands

in the name of trollkind
call upon the magic night
call upon the forest’s creatures
hidden in the northern light
as it shines, as it glows
let the ravens pick the stones
call the elders to the fire
let them read the ancient scrolls

so close and so bright
falling down from the sky
let them glow in eerie silence
let them dwell till the end of time
wine is cold, demons rising
in the fog through the open gate
let them join the chanting circle
let them come to celebrate

drink with us heathens, all night long
witches and dragons, the young and old

raising h-ll by the moonlight spell
in the darkest realms
where the secrets unveiled
hail the gods who blessed our feast
hail to spirits, hail the beasts

as the legend was foretold
some will rise and some will fall
in the endless spinning cycle
some will reign above us all
snow is falling, h-rns are blowing
on the night the spirits rise
in the dark, the wolves are howling
shamans dancing till sunrise

rise, rise, drink more ale
as it flows in rivers north
moonlight follows a sacred trail
to the land that no one knows
torches burning, moon is turning
smoke and ashes, water splashes
axes swinging, bells are ringing
spirits rising, ghosts are singing
rising, rising – rising higher
rising, rising – from the fire

from volga to sarre
from moselle to amur
from dordogne to kama
from desna, and to allier

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