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in shimmering circle of silver light by lightning, thunder, hail and wind i conjure thee in icy wind and spitting fire through flowing stream and ancient mountain thou alone dost see me by sword of fire that can never fail i conjure thee by ravens wings and serpents venom bestow your gifts upon me by eye of wolf and dragons flame grant me your strength i fall into the dark ravine the clash of swords fills my spirit thou who shinest by night on the sea casts the shadow of the are over my soul the powers of old embrace me the ravens battlecry casts a shadow over my soul the are of the cresent moon i scream
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