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A hasty hand pours scarlet paint
On hills and rivers and the sky
It snows it shines and then it rains
As if the stars could cry

We sing a song of distant lands
Of fire, magic and the stars
And wine that heals spiritual scars,
Adventures with the sword in hand

We march again to passes high
To caverns deep and dreadful sounds
Into the land of higher grounds
Where champions fearlessly lie

We sing a song of distant lands
Of fire and magic and the stars
And wine that heals spiritual scars,
Adventures with the sword in hand

The fields of gold, the hills of green
Horizons far and friends so near
The fire's high, and hearts so clean
A pipe and a mug of beer

We sing a song of distant lands
Of fire and magic and the stars
And wine that heals spiritual scars,
Adventures with the sword in hand
We sing of wizards, spells, and kings
That rule the kingdoms of the north
We see far edges of the Earth
And love the gifts our journey brings


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