It's the tale of the hunted and the hunter
The pursuer and the pursued
The sparking of life and death
There are two individuals who will tell you that slow (slow, slow)
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But the day of doom shall come
And the hills and harbours be rent
A mist shall fall on the sun
From the dark clouds heavily sent
The sea shall be dry
And the earth under mourning and ban
Then loud shall he cry
For the wife of the red-haired man
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