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From the album Friggas Web Vast forests with evergreen trees Foggy hills the eye can see The wind sweeps through a valley That lies by the deep blue see A village from another time Awakens with the misty dawn This is my home my mind shows me The home that I will never see Small houses, carved in dragonheads and runes The smell of tar and burning wood Men and women breathe their souls to their craft Some dancing to the lyre’s tunes A young man wraps his arms round me One dancing flame we came to be The o
