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Far away from the citadels of God Far away from the court of the dying king Deep inside the shadows of the endless woods Here we all wander And here we fall Across the winter, across the night Across the frozen lakes we ride Beyond the twilight, beyond the cold Beyond the grace of the white Christ Year of the hunger, year of the wolves Year of the distress across the north Here we wander and here we roam astray Crescent Moon is sharp Sharp like the devil's nail Crescent Moon is sharp (tonight) And winter winds, they howl (tonight) Crescent Moon is sharp (tonight) And winter winds, they howl (tonight) I'm drifting in the darkness After the waning light I'm drifting in the darkness With wolves on my tail Hour of bloodshed, hour of lies The hour of murders and vile crimes No redemption and no pity No forgiveness of the white Christ World is crumbling, world is old This world is writhing in death throes Here we wander and here we all shall fall Crescent Moon is sharp (tonight) And winter winds, they howl (tonight) I'm drifting in the darkness After the waning light I'm drifting in the darkness With wolves on my tail