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'Tis the gifted ones who surely feel
which way the majic blows,
And come the dawn and turn of tide,
aye, all will surely know.

Reach out, embrace the majic light
and hold to all you know,
For the time has come upon this land,
and forward we must go.

'Tis come upon us, yea this night
whence the might of wind will grow,
For majic roils and wails on high,
and casting shadows, throw.

Be still and listen, watch, for yea,
'tis foolish n'er to know,
The might and just which rides on high,
her seeds of wrath to sow.

'Tis they who seek the darkness,
no shadow will they throw,
And stalk the souls of innocents,
their evil to bestow.

Come one and all; join hands and minds,
for evil majic grows,
Raise your voices; chant and sing,
deal as one, a mighty blow.

Drive the evil back, beyond,
to the Netherlands far below,
That innocents may rest easy, yea,
and the might of goodness, glow.