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Loreena Mckennitt The Book Of Secrets

When the dark wood fell before me And all the paths were overgrown When the priests of pride say there is no other way I tilled the sorrows of stone

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call all to mass Sit here by my side For the night is very long There's something I must tell Before I pass along I joined the brotherhood My books

The wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon the cloudy seas The road was a ribbon of moonlight