Black Forest
Warriors gather
To spill the blood
And reap their vengence
Inside the woods
Escape from Mirkwood
Escape from sorry
Escape from death
For a new tomorrow
They gather round him
The skraeling son
They sharpen long knives
Cut him to the ground
Escape from Mirkwood
Escape from sorry
Escape from death
For a new tomorrow
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