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We heard horns in hills ringing
The swords shining in South-kingdom
Steeds went striding to the Stoningland
As winds in morning. War was there.
There run dark waters
Morthond, under mountains
Death in the morning and at day's end
Lords took and lowly...
Grey nowas tears gleamingsilver, red it rolled thenfoam dyed with blood
Grey now as tears gleaming silver
Red then it rolled... water
Foam dyed with blood flamed at a sunset
As flowers mountains burned at evening
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