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All across the breath of this land
Sorrow is carried on the wind
Over the windswept moors
Upon the eagle's wings
It grows out of the earth
Where once the grass grew green
It taints the crisp, cool water
That flows in the lochs and the streams

Countless hearts that never will love
The sound of ocean on sand
Tongues that never will speak
The fair speech of this land
Blood drained from the soil
And stained the ocean red
Till little remained in this place
But the restless souls of the dead

And only when more waves have broken
Upon this ill-fated shore
Than tears fell upon this cursed soil
On that dreadful winter's night
Only then will the wounds start to heal
And new life be born once again
Only then will the light of the sun
Once more caress this bleak, barren moor
Only then ...

They came down to the shore that day
As dawn broke black over the land
They watched the crimson tide wash in
Next to the deadly rocks of Holm
Home, upon this shore
Home, forever more
Home, where ghosts now roam the barren moors
And the living crumble to ash

They came down to the shore that day
As dawn broke black over the land
They watched the crimson tide wash in
Next to the deadly rocks of Holm
Home, upon this shore
Home, forever more
Home, where ghosts now roam the barren moors
And the living crumble to ash

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