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Out from many a rock walled cavern eyes were watching through the night
Many a Garou heart was beating for the blessed Luna light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee's lonely croon
And a thousand claws were flashing by the rising of the moon
By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand claws were flashing by the rising of the moon
All along that singing river, that black mass of Finn was seen
High above their claws and weapons flew their own beloved green
Death to every foe and wyrmkin, strike them hard and smite them doon
And howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon
'Tis the rising of the moon, 'tis the rising of the moon
And howl me kin for Gaia! 'tis the rising of the moon.
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