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The Dusk Draws Near - Darkwood
Falling leaves
Like a broken dream
A dying soldier
And a fading scheme
And a dustcloud
Tears on her eyes
In a treetop
The Northwind sighs
On a march
Through the fields
Hearing drums banners raised
The soil is soaked with blood
Despair death embraced
Falling rain
Is our last gift from heaven
But we follow
The path to hell
The dust cloaks the forest
A spectre leads our path
Our eyes are burning with hate
Our hearts are scorched by wrath
On a march through the fields
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous fight
Falling leaves
In a broken night
We drown in sorrows
And fear the embers b***
Hear the sound of metal
The noise of guns
The roaring of thunder
And the bursting of bombs
On a march through the fields
Hearing drums banners raised
The soil is soaked with blood
Despair death embraced
On a march through the fields
Comrades lost in the night
Neither hoping nor fearing
Of the hideous
Fight
Of the hideous
Fight
