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Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about, Deep and crisp and even. Brightly shown the moon that night, Though
A great lord came walking through the forest one morning with a weapon in his hand; Rich was his castle, he lacked for nothing, but killing was his plan
(Traditional) Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay 'round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though
John Mason Neale, arranged and adapted by Loreena McKennitt) Good King Wenceslas looked out On the Feast of Stephen When the snow lay 'round about Deep
hear Our life is ours to choose Chorus Good King Wenceslaus Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen. When the snow lay round about, deep
Good King Wenceslaus looked out on the feast of Stephen. When the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shone the moon that night, though
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen, When the snow lay round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though
Good King Wenceslas looked out on the feast of Stephen, when the snow lay round about, deep and crisp and even. Brightly shown the moon that night, though
abyssic mountains Fear, for something that will gonna be Fear, for something that will never (gonna happen) Mercy and mighty echoes lamentation and tearing
demonic dreams Deeper and deeper light was gone Feel embracement of the dark At this point of time I know Prisoned in demonic dreams Deeper and deeper
Good King Wenceslas looked out On the feast of Stephen When the snow lay 'round about Deep and crisp and even Brightly shone the moon that night Though
The Words of the Forest-King on the Eve of the Nexus: I am the immortal King of the Deep Woods, Servitor of the Old Gods of the Forest... I hear the whispered
guise of a man They come with teeth and tusks and talons They come with horns and hooves and claws A wailing cry is heard deep within the forest A bestial