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from conquered emptiness they rise sad, ancient songs for crimson moon burning so hard its light so clear ever guiding the tides through gloom inspiring the drunken bard to sing of death and dispel fear enchanted by the beverage cold with curses their foes they loom the menhir loses yet a shard while wind and sea play music dear the tides through waves peacefully dance fate\'s seen in entrails of a loon the carved signs memories guard of ancient times I feel so near...