Tekster: Of The Wand And The Moon. Camouflage.

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Beautiful and still is the night
Camouflage coated draped in black and grey
Oh these chants will come full circle
Under this my bloodlit moon
A procession of stars across a northern sky
The snow is as cold as it comes
With stealth we charge we brave
Embrace our faith and purge empty days
In the company of wolves and blazing winds
Where reason stops and heart begins
There's a gem just below the fire
Fixed in black and symbols of desire
And a craving to sort you out
To cast you out into very darkness (I promise)
A nighttime whisper clandestine
The nature of secrecy and disillusioned in between

Beautiful and still is the night
Camouflage coathed harbouring will
Always on course over the mists of night
Always on course over the mists of time
Always on course over the mists of night
Always on course over the mists of life