Beneath the stars
Through endless shadows
Hunter runs for owl
But in the wood
Is dangerous border
That all the ancient fears
And spirit whispers
Your eyes are closed
For eternity
You have found your end
But hunter runs
As obsessions stronger
His senses out of mind
He passes the border
And gets in circle
Where death is overall
His body is flying
Fastest winds there blow
He never gets
To the Land of Oaks.
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