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Sisters of Twilight | Ethernal War

[Verse 1] In the emerald deeps where the shadows breathe And the sunlight falls like a gossamer weave Two figures move where the wild roots crawl One is the silence... and one is the call The forest breathes out and the world holds still For the hunters come with a dual will Their eyes hold the dusk and the dawn's first ray They are the price that the trespassers pay [Chorus] Oh Naestra... Arahan... the hunt is begun! Sisters of Twilight... beneath the pale sun! One guides the arrow... one feels them fear Their laughter is the wind... their judgment severe Through the gloom of the woods... through the star-speckled sky They are the talon... they are the eye For the spirit of Loren... for the ancient accord They speak for the wild... with bow and with sword! [Verse 2] Upon Ceithin-Har the great dragon's breath They ride through the forest... through life and through death Arahan strikes like the lightning's glare With a feral joy and a hateful prayer But Naestra watches... serene and cold Weighing the worth of a story untold One is the fury... one is the grace Two souls reflected in time and in space [Chorus] Oh Naestra... Arahan... the hunt is begun! Sisters of Twilight... beneath the pale sun! One guides the arrow... one feels them fear Their laughter is the wind... their judgment severe Through the gloom of the woods... through the star-speckled sky They are the talon... they are the eye For the spirit of Loren... for the ancient accord They speak for the wild... with bow and with sword! [Bridge] They are the thorn... and they are the rose The peace of the grave... the strike of the foe If you hear their song... on the evening air Hide your face... and beware... beware! For the wood has a memory... long and deep And the Wardens of Twilight... never sleep They are the echo... of a world long gone The final verse... of a forgotten song [Chorus] Oh Naestra... Arahan... the hunt is done! Sisters of Twilight... beneath the fading sun! One weaves the laurel... one writes the rune Under the light... of the winter moon Back into the shadows... into the deep While the forest its sacred vigil will keep For the spirit of Loren... for the ancient accord They are the silence... (Slow down) And the sword... [Outro] (Whispered, fading) Naestra... Arahan... The wood remembers... The hunt goes on... Forever... (A single bird call... then silence)